Reacclimating (Kallisti House of Burlesque)

[Nox]

Nox rubbed at the socket connection where the new arm met the old and sighed. He'd have left it upstairs, but there was a certain about of disability he wasn't willing to show to the low lives that made trouble in Kallisti -- they were few and far between. Ori ran a clean house but sometimes shit happened. And Nox was here to make sure no one got hurt again. Bruno was taking up his position in the room that looked over the whole place -- best seat in the house so to speak.

The bigger man smiled at Nox and made his way to the other side of the room. Nox watched him and his gaze took in the patrons he passed. Most weren't regulars -- at least not ones that came during Nox's time here. Which to be fair hadn't been a long time.

His eyes swept over Mist entertaining a women and Nox growled. "Fuck!" Just what he needed his ex.

The place that held the hoard rolled with the new emotion and the next thing Nox felt was hot liquid running down the mechanical hand. He looked at the crumpled cup he'd crushed in his lost thought. "Fuck"

A few of the patrons looked at him, their eyes wide with shock and fear and quickly turned to their own business. That's right! the voice in his head said and Nox stamped it down. Jesus fucking Christ what was wrong with him?

Nox made his way behind the bar and cleaned up himself and the mess he'd made on the floor. The bartender who worked opposite Raffe gave Nox a shy smile and handed him a fresh cup of coffee in a porcelan mug and placed it in Nox's good hand. "Thanks."

He smiled with a node. "We missed ya. But you sure you want to be out here?"

"Just waiting for Raffe to get back."

He nodded knowingly and Nox went back to his post careful not to break the glass with hot liquid in his hand.