A ghoul walking into the Ninth Circle was nothing out of the ordinary. Even though the bar and his employer had a sort of bad reputation, still it was the best (and probably most expensive) source of chems around the Mall. Even some smoothskins wandered in every once in a while, though they all left just as quick as they arrived.
The bouncer only payed a moment of attention to the fancy-dressed ghoul who came in, his eyes shifting back to that dirt stain on the wall across the room as he found his way to the bar. Probably another customer.
The stranger’s question was met with a wheezing chuckle from behind a bar, the bartender stepping closer as he examined the stranger. "Right to the point, I like that." he replied, glancing over to the hulking ghoul in the corner for just a moment, before his eyes met the stranger’s gaze once more. "I’m afraid he’s too valuable of an asset to me and the Ninth Circle." he wheezed again. "Unless you have the right price. A price which would make up for my… losses."
"I believe I have what it takes to cover your financial loses.." the ghoul said with a purr reaching into his bag and withdrawing a bag of caps. "there's 7,000 in there.. though by all means count if you don't believe me. . . I have all the time in the world." He sat back and stretched his back and was ready for the long haul. He grinned showing ahzrukhal his sharpened teeth.
"although the less tie wasted--the less time i'll be sitting here." he tapped his fingers on the bar counter top.
