Rielle: -makes a face at Ishtar- “don’t touch that.”

“Hey--!” There was a sharp snap of protest from the magician with the bookkeeping prowess beyond enchanted compare that was further punctuated by his swipe of dismay through the air that ended in obtaining absolutely nothing. He tossed the glass aside with a scowl when it was finally returned to him, shooting the woman a withering stare that usually made the most toughened gangsters shrivel up.

But she was so much worse than the worst of them. He really ought to have known better.

“I’m quite fine with the regular goods, like my whiskey and my quiet time,” Damien groused, making a petulant motion at the bartender to bring him a new drink (which was met with a wry look until the petulant motion turned green with dough). “Besides--anything ‘real’ or ‘good’ about you seems questionable, if you’ll excuse my saying so,” he added snidely.

Half-sprawled against the bar and looking comparatively down on his luck where looks were concerned was a gangster who’d seen better days, his face half-concealed by a thick glass of whiskey and quite a few shiners. Topped with rumpled dark hair with a pinched expression, the man who was known to work magic for even the shadiest of people eyed the woman who thought she ruled the roost with a dour stare. She wasn’t one to be trifled with.

i would but i to sleep soon because i’m running a table at a rally tomorrow -A-

he’s in Diego’s hotel 8,v

...laughing. Oh no.

well, I’d sure like to play with Robin, but Izzy would probably have to find him first. 8,v

oh gosh, Izzy and Robin or Dean and Schmen

/crushed. idk rico, it’s hard to choose, now that i’m DEAD