Allisa: Ahh, another busy night at the Nevermore. The bouncer's checking people as per usual, and letting some in, others not.

Ammon Sahadset Black: *the tall black man peruses the crowd, then slides towards the bouncer with an easy grin, confident to the verge of cocky, tonight was a good night.*

Allisa: The bouncer lets him on into the packed club. It's Wednesday, and that means Techno night. The haunting and sensual side of electronica is on the speakers right now, as Orbital's "Otana" fills the club.

Ammon Sahadset Black: *ammon slips gracefully through the crowd, smiling at men and women alike with that dazzling grin, heading to the bar*

Allisa: The bartender, a young man who seems barely legal enough to drink himself, nods to Ammon as he approaches. "Hey, man. What can I get you?"

Ammon Sahadset Black: *he leans against a stool idly and begins to survey the room. too bad he hadn't brought his breifcase, there were a lot of potential clients grinding onthe dancefloor, he glances at the bartender, and rumbles smoothly* Nothing thanks, I have somewhat distinctive tastes. Youcould however, buy that young lady a dropof whatever she'd like. *he motions to a distraught looking woman at the end of the bar, a girl who looks bored and unhappy. sad women were so easy. he'd have a worsipper inside 20 minutes, he was certain*

Allisa: Before the woman even has a chance to notice him, a feminine voice sounds behind him. "I don't think that one's worth your time, sweetie."

Ammon Sahadset Black: *he half turns, eyebrow raised and smiling smoothly, and pushes his shades up the bridge of his nose as he looks at the owner of the voice, rumbling teasingly* mmm. you think so hmm?

Allisa: Well, she isn’t tall, but she’s a looker, all right, in that exotic way. Her half-Arabic heritage is evident in dusky skin and dark features, including her jet-black hair, which hangs in a braid between her shoulder blades. Her eyes are wide, almond-shaped, and a deep brown, holding a sultry smile in them. She’s dressed in a skin-tight black PVC top, tight black jeans, and a short jacket over it all. Everything about her says temptress.

Ammon Sahadset Black: *the black man looks at her appraisingly and nods, sad girl forgotten for the moment, as he cracks an enigmatic smile and leans back comfortably* And you are? *was that a question about being worthy of his time..or a request for a name.. its hard to tell withhim smiling like that*

Allisa: She smiles and leans in close, lips brushing his ear, and whispers to him.

Allisa -> Ammon Sahadset Black: "A fellow Childe of the Dark God, Mr. Black."

Ammon Sahadset Black: Of course. *ammon leans back and runs a hand over his smooth skull. he knew something was up. no one looks that good without a reason to. * A pleasure to meet a fellow.

Allisa: She leans back into her bar stool and smiles. "A pleasure back." She extends her hand. "Allisa."