Table for one

[Mikhail]

Mik barked a laugh at Scarface's comment. grin on his face, he answered. "Oh, he's playing hard to get right now. I'm tempted to go see if the blue haired cat girl over there-" he jerked his head off in the direction of her- "might be in more of mood to play. Could probably fish out a ball of yarn from somewhere. Or... " and then he laughed as touched his lighter sitting on the bar next to his drink, seized the power and wove a few threads of fire and earth to make the appearance of a burning threads- "..or something. Give her a pole to climb and everything."

He took another sip, nodding to Lime Tattoo. "Names Mik." He looked back at Scarface, smile on his face. "What brings you here? Don't see any Yakuza around tonight." He laughed, remembering how much fun they had had that night, fireballs flying from his hands in gorgeous explosions of sparks and ash. The Lady had been fun, that night. Maybe tonight would be the same. And he was always on the lookout for fun. Or for information. His stock and trade and alla that. "Haven't heard any rumblings among the families about something going down." He peered into his drink and took another sip, voice casuel. "You out helping the Spider? Don't blame you. Wouldn't mind a little shot at her myself."