Tarren walked calmy from the comfort of the shadows as he ventured across the street. In front of him, the neon signs of the Rompa Bar flashed, once in a while flickering, indicating that they needed a battery change.
As he went inside, he couldn't help smile, he liked this establishment, it was close at hand, and he felt at ease here.
He walked around the cornor, and was headed for the bar when a female voice screamed: SECURITY.
As per reflex, Tarren spun round to see where the sound had come from. There, behind the rather huge Atrox approaching him, was Elleiah. The Atrox bouncer grabbed Tarren by the shoulder and started draggin him towards the door, all the while, Elleiah was cussing at him from the safety of the bar. He wrestled himself free from the Atrox's grip.
Get, your hands of me, or by god I swear it'll be the last thing you ever touch!
The Atrox let go. But persistet in telling him to leave.
Tarren could see he could not get out of this one via fight. Not without witnesses. He was NOT going down for murder in a bar. That was just too low. He turned around and faced Elleiah sternly.
That... Was a VERY, unwise thing to do, Miss Dilaine... One you will regret!
With that, he turned around and left Rompa's
Outside he put his hand in his pocket and took out one of several small golden rings... He picked it up, examined it, then clenched it in his fist as he smiled grimly... As he walked into the shadows, he but it back in his pocket, and let a dampened laughter slip.
Oh yes, she would indeed regret it, but now was not the time... There were other matters to attend to...