Taming the Beast [China]

[Nox]

The fight hadn't been what he wanted nor expected. And he certainly wasn't expecting what was next. Nox fully expected more asshats to sit down next to him and cause problems. But it was a larger man who wasn't part of the group that gave him a beat down.

He sat down next to Nox and ordered a drink. He pulled Nox's wallet over and typed the best he could with his large fingers. He changed the keyboard to Chinese and then translated the words into more words. Whatever he said was for Nox's eyes only he didn't want the others to know what it said. Closeted... or ashamed.

Either way Nox glanced at the text.

Bar three doors down. More accepting of your kind.

My kind... Nox rolled his eyes. His kind could be anything from a man who liked men to a fucking channeler or even an American. He still wasn't see as much other than a damned American anywhere he went. It wasn't a bad thing to Nox, but most people this side of the pond didn't much care for his home town. Not that he did either. But it was all he'd known.

Nox nodded to the man. Who then promptly left through the front door. Was that an invitation?