Should I Stay or Should I Go? [A&D Bar]

Alfred Spencer, ex-butler to the Rodriguez estate...

Ex-butler... It was sad. Not really. Okay, maybe a teeny bit, but that was because he had nothing else to do. Times had changed and there was virtually no one out there that had a soul ripe for the taking. Of course there were the poor bitter ones, but that was just downright pathetic. Picking the right soul required elegance, finese and the right amount of patience to see the man's ego swell as his life slowly turned upside down. Some legends say that crossing a hellhound was a bad omen. Perhaps that was true? Alfred didn't know and he honestly didn't really care.

All it took was a single outing to gather up items for dinner and he returned to nothing but smoldering ruins. It was awkward and such a shame he didn't return fast enough to lay claim to any souls that were unfortunate enough to be inside the building when it was blown apart. People and the papers mentioned a possibly gas leak, but Alfred was no fool. The remains stunk of magic. The only thing that really ticked him off was the fact that he hadn't come back in time and the ingredients he had purchased had gone to waste.

Now here he sat in the ...What was it again? The Angel and Demons Bar, watching the ice melt in the Crown he ordered and wondered where to go from there. Should he really stoop down to his 'colleagues' levels and swindle the weak? Would there be anyone on this island to satisfy his 'tastes'?

Alfred sat for a very long time contemplating on his decision. There just wasn't that spark anymore in this century. It was all gone. With that pesky boy out of the way, maybe he could swindle some power-hungry individuals, give them what they ultimately desired, then watch as they got into some horrible accident--

Wait. There.

He had been so distracted with his plans that he didn't notice the giant that had taken a seat inside the establishment. He was a large fellow and while normally he wouldn't take notice, there was something there that Alfred couldn't resist; it was the man's soul. While he didn't seem like he was from this world, his soul contained everything that Alfred craved; years of hardened experience, emotions, and...He just couldn't put his finger on it, but it made Alfred's lip twitch as he simply observed. The man was alone while everyone had company. A woman who decided to approach him offered to buy him a drink, but Alfred politely turned down the offer and took his own glass as he left his seat. The attractive girl huffed seeing that Alfred's interest went into bigger men.

"Mind if I take this seat, sir?" he pulled at the chair across from the man and sat down in it anyway. He placed his own glass of crown onto the table and leaned back in his seat, gloved fingers carefully folded. He eyed at the man's whiskey. "Drinking alone is never the way to spend the night. I think it is best spent in the company of another. Don't you agree?"

Well the man did have a point. From Aurum's appearance alone, he had this hardened vibe about himself, but that's what drew Alfred in. The suit and bionic eye probably didn't help matters in regards to gaining some sort of company. If anything, he looked like a federal agent out on official business. "She does not have what I am interested in," he simply said and took a sip of his drink. In return for knowing the man's name, Alfred gave a little bow of his own. "You may call me Alfred. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Aurum was also right about another thing; Alfred had a purpose. "You must have a reason for being here as well. You are quite a unique person," the eye piece was a dead giveaway to the lesser human beings, but there was more that Alfred sensed, "Something tells me that you hail from elsewhere," he hinted, hoping the conversation blossomed from there. This was step one of getting to know your potential client; getting to know them. It was almost like dating or so he was told.