A man walks into a bar ... whoops

[Crix Meriet]

The uneasy stool was a cesspit. Far below Crix Meriet and his superior genetics, it was renowned for serving cheap beer and cheaper food ... hence the name ... Why then would the diety that was Crix attend such a bar? why would he soil himself by associating with the masses? The answer was simple slaves, everything he did was about one of two things either it was about slaves or it was about haircare, this bar whilst chit was also the haunting ground of strong individuals and the occasional dish. Basicly prime slaves he had many years ago worked out a deal with the patron of the establishment. Crix paid a monthly 'Membership fee' and the staff at the bar assisted him in boosting his stock of slaves.

the sound of the door bell ringing heralded his arrival he stepped in and gingerly shut the door, before making a slow pace to the bar. This game was one of shadows and glances, to show himself to be a force would be to lose the game. He took a look about the small bar under the pretence of unease. A slow day, no one in the bar took his fancy then his eyes settled on [member="Ray Black"]. Strong and a dish double the score. He put his hand down onto the bar his ring settling on the wood with a crack. "A whisky for me and a drink for my friend over there" He said pointing out Ray.

This was stage one the endearment stage. Buy them a drink to spark conversation, get chatting then move on to stage two. Cri moved down the bar to stand next to Ray "Afternoon , I'm Crix" He said with a polite smile, hand grazing across rays arm as he paid the bar man, light contact often sparked subtle and subconscious feelings of trust. "Can I recommend the ale to you or if alcohol ain't your speed they do great fruit juice".

 

[Jake Jace]

[member="Crix Meriet"]
Jake slowly open the door too the bar and walked in slowly.He looked around with his blue eyes and saw a place to sit at the bar.He thought this place kinda was a dive though.He headed to the bar at a slow pace he came up to a empty set next to a man.Jake sat down in the empty set next to him and heard him say something."Hello I'm Jake I'm not much of a drinker.But what the hell why not I'll have one."

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix turned and smiled "Good Answer Jake, ignore the decor I assure you this bar does the best whisky you'll ever taste" He exclaimed with a false enthusiasm, he turned back to the bartender "Get him a double of the house gold brand ... only the best for my new friend" The barman gave a knowing nod. What it immoral to do as Crix wanted? Of course but Poverty made principles an unaffordable luxury. The staff needed the money or they would starve, crix paid too well to resist.

the drinks were placed in front of the two men, Jakes had a little something extra, a slow sedative. If consumed Jake would begin to feel his legs getting achy, then his arms. That would be quickly followed by a headache then finally an overwhelming urge to sleep. Taking a sip of his own drink Crix turned to Jake "So Jake tell me about yourself, what brings you to this part of town?" he asked with a genuine interest he needed to ensure no dangerous people would come poking around, a fight was an awful lot of trouble even for stock as good as [member="Jake Jace"].