The Crimson Lips Bar (Open for all)

A wide grin found its way onto Ray's face as he watched James tumble on the ground. Of course nobody could see it due to his mask. However, the silent chuckles could easily be heard by his other partner. Moving his feet to the side of the table, he looked at Kin. Something seemed off about her. Now that he thought about it, she did mention something about not wanting to come to Noxus. In an attempt to break her nervous look, he spoke out to her.
"Kin. Why don't you get a drink and relax a bit, you look tense."

A jingling of coins could be heard as his hand went into his pocket. He pulled out enough so that she could buy whatever she wanted from the bar's selection.
"Its on me."

Ray wasn't sure if Kin drank, the situation had never arisen for him to find out. He began to wonder what kind of drunk she would be...angry drunk...for sure.

As the man--or whatever he happened to be--to his right fell out of his chair, the Butcher did not hide the vicious looking smirk that had crept over his face, revealing his jagged incisors. The champion never tired of the varying responses he engendered from those witnessing himself up close, and personal, for the first time. He turned his head slightly to the right to address James, and with his reptilian eyes drilling into the man, he noted dryly, "This is Noxus. You should expect no less."

Turning his attention back to Marcus and Marcy, his face became serious once again. He nodded a solemn greeting to Marcus, after the vampire had explained about blood and vodka but before he had downed a vial of blood himself. His eyes narrowed in contemplation, his mind conjecturing what blood mixed with vodka would taste like. He certainly had never had it anywhere else before, since fresh blood was hard to come by, even though he did enjoy it himself. Perhaps he had stumbled into the right bar today.

After a moment, he replied, "I will have this mix of blood with vodka. I leave it to your capable selves to figure out the proportions to mix together since you know from experience."--and to Marcy he stated, his voice betraying a hint of humor--"And yes, the biggest tankard you have would be best. Or else, it would barely be mouthful for myself."

Vergil squinted a little to try and see what Marcus was doing then he realized exactly who he was talking to. "Oh I see now, that actually isn't very suspicious or shocking at all once you think about it." Vergil actually hasn't been getting much sleep lately so his awareness was down quite a bit, had the lighting been better people would probably notice how sleepy he actually looked. He returned to his drink and let the gloom set in.

Kin shifted slightly, uncomfortable at the way the conversation was headed. She had half a mind to just drag James and Ray out. She'd be more than willing to take her chances with Ionia - at least they didn't have blood-sucking vampires there. Or at least, she hoped they didn't. However, her far-from-subtle call for attention had been noticed and it was far too late to back out now. She was grateful that the mask meant she did not have to fake a smile, though she did have to force the nail-biting tenseness from her voice.

"Yes, hello. I'd like to order a drink," Kin paused. Duh, that was obvious. She tried again, coughing under her breath. "Do you happen to serve anything... fruit based?" The Ionian female frowned, almost as if thinking about this physically hurt her. Though that was not quite the problem, Kin had zero experience with alcohol that wasn't called 'sake'. A few seconds ticked by before she tried again, pulling a name from her memory. "An... apple mar...martini?" Thank the heavens her mask covered her cheeks; she could feel them flaming beneath the soft cloth. "I understand if not," she quickly added.

But even with her mind on the fact that the bartender may very well just tell her to get out, her attention had been pulled towards James. It seemed he had engaged in a rather dangerous conversation with the reptile. James' curiosity usually got the better of him, and Kin could not remember the last time it had ended up well. Her hand slipped off the counter, resting on her side. It never hurt to be too cautious, especially where an overgrown, scaled creature was concerned.

Kin shifted her eyes back towards the vampire, unable to help lingering on her mouth. Did they have sharp, vicious fangs like in the age-old legends? They certainly had the pale complexion and vivid red eyes. The ears too, largely reminiscent of a bat's or... some other mythical humanoid. But this was not her area of expertise and she quickly shrugged off the captivation. Her gaze lifted before falling to the coins and nudging them forward with a low and simple mutter of "Thanks."

Renekton ignored James' inquiries for the moment. The Butcher would respond at his own convenience. James was fortunate the demigod had changed since his arrival to Noxus. Under any other circumstances, such questions would have invariably led to Renekton's legendary rage getting the best of him, leading to further complications, mostly for everyone else but himself. It would have been easy to simply reach out and crush the man's skull with one hand. He had done it before, and it posed little challenge. As it was, the Culling Blade's eyes flared dangerously, hinting at the fury boiling just beneath his scales. Instead of lashing out however, he merely waited silently until Marcus had prepared his drink, and took it with a nod of thanks.

But before he partook of his drink, he now turned to James, regarding him with a baleful glare. He looked the mage over once, peering deeper than his mere appearance and into his soul. What he saw did not impress him. Though his soul was not particularly dark, he was just another corrupt human being, craving ever more power, and the perks which came along with it. Pathetic. Regardless, Renekton replied in voice clearly revealing his annoyance and contained rage, "In your day? Where have you been to miss the most corrupt institution in Valoran, the Institute of War? I am Renekton, and they brought me to this world, making me--temporarily--one of their 'champions'"

Renekton practically spat out the word champion, showing his contempt and distaste for the word. Continuing, he stated, in a calmer tone, though still angry at James, "I was a god, and I was destined to rule my home. But now I am stuck with your lot... for the time being."

Having replied to James, he turned back to the task at hand. Throwing back his head and opening his giant maw, revealing his jagged incisors, he poured half of the contents of the bottle into his mouth, before setting it down onto the counter with a dull clink. Snapping his jaws shut, his savored the concoction of blood and alcohol, staring off above Marcus' head. Finally, after a few swishes back and forth in his mouth, Renekton swallowed. Letting out a guttural and deep throated sigh--though it sounded more like a half-roar--of pleasure, he grinned viciously, looking quite feral in the process. Holding up the bottle in his hand, and gesturing with it, the Butcher addressed Marcus, commenting, "This is spicy indeed. I like it. Tell me, what kind of blood did you use?"

"It'll be fine," Kin said, watching the process with a watchful gaze. Though the female vampire did not seem all too intimidating, it was not in her nature to throw caution to the wind. She made sure that no pills or strange, red looking liquids would make their way into the drink and once the beverage was all shaken and stirred, she nodded. "Thank you." She grasped the glass between her palms, eyes shifting downwards to inspect the contents. When she was satisfied that there was no suspicious fizzing, Kin turned.

However, with her back to the counter, she overheard the woman's words. Ionia? Shipment? Kin wasn't aware that Ionia had been trading with Noxus, not counting the Shadow Order... perhaps that was what they meant? This place was growing more and more shady and if Kin was any more tense, she would have snapped in half. She considered turning to question the bartender, before realizing that it would not be the most prudent of decisions.

So, she decided instead to keep her eyes and ears on the door and on the other customers. She managed to make her way back to the table, sliding the drink towards Ray before taking a seat with a sigh. Leaning forward, she rubbed her fingers into her wrist, almost as if the veins ached. "They mentioned Ionia," Kin said softly, her gaze upturned towards the Piltovian male's mask. "A shipment."

Kin pressed her lips together, "I don't drink," she said, clicking her tongue lightly. "If you don't like it, you can take it back or buy your own drink." Kin tapped her fingers against the table, taking another look at the beverage. It did seem a little feminine, now that she was able to inspect it a little more carefully. "It suits you anyway." She mentioned, though only in passing as her eyes narrowed.

"On the contrary, I think it's a little unlikely that any Ionian would do business with a Noxian. They would be risking a lot, and this bar doesn't seem like a... high end establishment." Kin shrugged. She admitted that she was not a professional when it came to business and the like, and she certainly had to admit that it was possible that 'drinks' was all it was. Yet, she knew that there was also a possibility that it was something else.

"Ray, it's comparable to if Zaun and Piltover did business together. Nobody wants to help out a city that almost destroyed their home." Kin grumbled, "None of the self-respecting ones anyway." She stretched her fingers out against the table, shrugging. "Not just because they're Noxian. See that reptile over there? He's drinking blood. See the two bartenders?" She leaned forward was more, "They've got a bit of a palette for the stuff too."

Kin could not help but snort derisively at Ray's comment. "So if that crocodile attacks us, you're volunteering yourself as tribute?" She grinned beneath the cloth that covered her lower face, "I will be sure to keep that in mind." In truth, Kin knew she was being a little more than 'just paranoid', but there was no harm in being overly suspicious.