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["Doofy" Dobson]

Always the life of the party or evening, Doofy hung at the bar with his usual swagger, scoping out the crowd. Or rather, the ladies...

Doofy was in his heart and mind, a ladies man. No one can resist his charms, afterall! There are those that pretend to, yet they tend to fail in the end as he wears them down. His mission was classified, a point that he loves to flaunt if it would help his chances in scoring.

In the eyes of his family, Doofy was an embarrassment, an idiot and hardly ever spoken of. In truth he was hardly let out of his room! No doubt it was because they saw him as the truly powerful being that he was! And they were all JEALOUS! There was no other explanation for it!

At times he could see his father's people watching him, always there to send him back to his room if he broke the rules. Two stood sentry across the bar, their faces expressionless, their military gear apparent as they watched him. One of these days he'll become old enough to not require babysitters!

"It's going to be a yummy night! Oh yesssss...."

Now all that Doofy needed was his target to arrive....
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[Iviroa Jinoes]

Darting from her finger a vine laced with poisonous thorns split the man's throat in two his blood gushing into the cracks of the stall floor. Dying in a dilapidated bathroom is a horrible way to go out but if that's his choice that's on him. Iviroa reached into the man's shirt pocket and ripped his wallet from his failing body reminding herself of why she had come here.

"I-I don't get it...sweet cheeks w-why are you-" His sentence was destroyed along with the rest of his throat as the vine lodged in his neck drove further into it spewing more blood on the walls.

"Im not your sweet cheeks. And I'm not some girl down on her luck rather one down on her credits. Chao!" It was a small thing to get the blood off her jacket and shoes for leather doesn't stain too easily. Even if she did have to throw her jacket in the garbage with all the money she found in his wallet the witch could buy six of those jackets if she wanted to. As much as she should be leaving her greed won out this time around as she stepped back into the bar her exit catching shifty looks on the way out. She didn't have any blood on her, did she?

I think I can hold a few more...I'll just get a drink and find my next payday. Coasting into a stool the woman flicked a credit over the counter to the overburdened Zeltron manning the counter her eyes almost rolling out of her head as she frantically flickered from patron to patron. Her speed never fails to impress me! I guess she gets it from experience. A sip of her drink and she was on her way, she had blended in and now all she needed do was wait...some idiot would surely come along right?

"Doofy" Dobson

 

["Doofy" Dobson]

And there she was! His target! The ever beautiful Iviroa Jinoes ! Well she wasn't as beautiful as Doofy, but second best is just as good, right? And as she walked by, he put out the vibe with his customary move that ALWAYS was guaranteed to get results:

However, Iviroa seemed a little pre-occupied with getting her drink first.

"Alrighty then..." Doofy grinned to himself and put on his top hat. He adjusted the collar of his tux, fluffed up the ruffles of his shirt and then casually strolled over towards his target, stopping next to her. A big goofy, yet confident grin appeared on him as he lowered his face next to hers and exclaimed:
"Do you believe in love at first sight--or should I walk by again?"​

 

[Iviroa Jinoes]

Well...at least he's an idiot, that's for sure. What's with that pose? Is he in pain? Well despite that his orange suit looks different enough for him to have some money on him though those two fellows in the corner didn't seem to take their eyes off him. Bounty hunters perhaps...that wouldn't be good, if it turned how he was broke then this whole thing might turn out to be a waste of brain cells.

"Oh yes walk by again I want to see you in action..." The witch moved closer to Doofy than she would have liked but an idiot like him is sure to take the bait. "Sorry, it's just that I hate drinking by myself...feels rude you know?" Iviroa flagged down the blur of a bartender. "Give the fine gentlemen here the strongest you've got!" The witch slid the credits across the counter and smiled sheepishly at Doofy. A little investment in her money is bound to reap some interest after all.

"So..." Iviroa downed the rest of her drink in one gulp and staggered as it washed down. She's never been the best at holding her liquor. "What does the orange one call himself huh?"

"Doofy" Dobson

 

["Doofy" Dobson]

Oh how he clutched his heart and fluttered his eyelashes as Iviroa Jinoes requested that he walk by again. And so he did, with an over-dramatic flair added with a touch of sass.

Once she moved closer to him, Doofy grinned broadly.
"We're three peas in a pod, you and me! Stick with me and you'll never drink alone again!" It wasn't as though Doofy was ever alone. Well, besides when he was grounded to his room! Those moments he was always left to himself. Of course he always found some kind of entertainment, including a glorious rendition of the Clone Wars presented in it's entirety by the sock puppet trio; Gorgle, Winston and Snout!

As the drink arrived, Doffy licked his lips and washed it down in a gulp, before giving his lady friend one of his dashing looks that saud that he wanted her BADLY! And so he leaned over to answer her question as though he was telling her a secret "Duraldo...but you can call me Yours." He then leaned back again and waggled his eyebrows. "What angelic name tag sits on your chest?"​

 

[Iviroa Jinoes]

Iviroa just smiled coyly at the strangeness of Doofy, her façade falling apart as her brain did just listening to him. Oi Oi Oi! I’m going to have to sit in on a lecture just to make up what I’m losing here aren’t I? Maybe the credits really aren’t worth it…

When Doofy unleashed his “signature move” the witch jumped out of her chair on instinct and reached out her arms to catch what she thought was a falling man...oh how wrong she was…

Now she was holding this fool by the waist as he did something with his body and it wasn’t helping that half the bar was expecting Doofy to fall as well which meant that now the pair had everyone’s attention. Leading him away and offing him in a stall seemed improbable now, too many had seen her with him and would know that no one else dared to approach this...thing.

“Can’t hold your drinks?” The witch ran her finger down the side of Doofy’s neck, a slight prickling following wherever her finger did. “Seems we have something in common…” Her voice came off as little more than a whisper, one that gave a false sense of longing. The witch brought her lips as close to Doofy's ear as her nose would permit.

¨This angel calls herself Iviroa. Though it seems I am the one who is blessed tonight…”

The woman peered past Doofy and stared daggers into the two men standing by the far wall. They weren't taking their eyes off them and it could make things...messy…

"Hey…" She pinched the man's cheeks and spun him toward the two behind them. "You know those goons? You're not in any trouble are you?"

She spun Doofy back around. "I'd be happy to...bail you out…"

"Doofy" Dobson

 

["Doofy" Dobson]

Her touch as she held him made his heart skip a beat. And as her finger grazed itself lightly on his skin, Doofy felt his legs almost turn to jello. And as Iviroa Jinoes whispered in his ear, the Dobson was swooning. The expression on his face was the same as any over-actor, yet subtlety was never one of Doofy's strongsuits. "I can hold my drink, but I prefer to set it on the counter or table every once in a while, you know?"

And at last she gave her name. Doofy whispered it to himself so that he could remember it always, for no other name sounded so beautiful.

The pinch of his cheeks and he knew that she was HIS. The sudden turn around to look at the two 'goons' , followed by another spin was enough to get him dizzy. Once he managed to compose himself, Doofy replied;
"That's just Brick and Wall. They aren't a very talkative pair. My father hired them to babysit me." He snorted. "But it's more like they are here to keep the throngs of women longing for me at bay. However, you don't have to worry about them...They can babysit you too. So what brings you here besides finding the man of your dreams?"​

 

[Iviroa Jinoes]

Regrettably, a cold sweat managed to run down Iviroa's face the, witch's eyes darting toward the two goons still nailed to the wall. Whoever Doofy's father is he's, powerful or paranoid enough to hire bodyguards to watch his son for people like her. As much as it might delight her, she can't kill him she is sure to be caught.

"Plech! That smell! What is that?" Or maybe she already is...

"Hey um...what was your name again? Oh yes! Duraldo! How about you and me go somewhere with a little less chatter hm?" Iviroa glanced toward the bathroom and winced as the janitor began poking at the cracked ceiling, their beast of a barmaid solemnly stopping her rounds to see why her roof was getting torn apart.

The witch took Doofy's hands with remarkable strength and pulled the orange man to his feet. She held a firm grip on Doofy's shoulders and locked his face in the direction of hers, refusing to let him glance to his right. "Come on then! You enjoy the cold night air, right? Right!?"

The cracking sound of shattered wood sent a blast up Iviroa's spine. "Smugglers moon! It's a guy!" Now a crowd was beginning to form around the stalls and with it the knowledge that it was time to go.

"Of course you do! Who doesn't like a bit of fresh air!" She wasn't going to let Doofy kill any more of her intelligence by allowing him a reply and she wasn't going to leave him around by himself so he could do...whatever it is that idiots do to somehow get you in trouble without actually trying.

Stepping outside the witch forgot how putrid Sleheyron's toxic, volcanic air was and the smell of the city only added to this stench. She'd best do something about it for both their noses. "Come on. I know a place where we can breathe something other than smog and ash."

"Doofy" Dobson