Urian Flannery: Urian strolls out from behind the bar, having come from upstairs. Spending quality time with Brigitte, again. With a sly smirk, he slides onto a stool and orders a drink.

William Halloran: He's on a break. Man can't work 24-7, after all. So there he sits, enormous man that he is, on a stool at the bar, nursing a glass of scotch. He looks over at Urian as he comes to the bar, giving him a respectful nod, eyes dropping to the floor.

Urian Flannery: Urian orders his amaretto sour and gives a tiny roll of the shoulders. Looking over toward the enormous man when he feels eyes on his person. He snags his drink and casually makes his way over.

William Halloran: "Evenin', sir." He nods, watching the man as he approaches...his vision directed toward Urian's chest and shoulder area. "How are ya?"

Urian Flannery: He maintains an amused look on the man. Standing two feet back. "Look me in the eye when you're speaking to me, boy." He states in a commanding tone. Chin at a subtle incline.

William Halloran: He frowns a little bit, but does meet his gaze, momentarily at least. "Ain't doin' my job if I'm lookin' ya in the eye, sir."

Urian Flannery: He maintains composure. Speaking to the brute as though he were five years old. "If you are incapable of carrying out your duties while showing me the restpect I deserve, perhaps Brigitte saw something in you that I fail to notice."

William Halloran: "S'not that, sir." He shakes his head. "M'a bouncer. Yer a guest. An' if ya were gonna do anything that'd cause me ta hafta act as a bouncer, the spot I'd be noticin' first would be right in here." He gestures with his hand at Urian's chest and shoulder area.

ScarletIris: He smirks down at the man. "I have to disagree, Willaim. You'd be surprised what kind of mass trouble you can stir up without so much as breaking a sweat. If I were you, I'd keep your eyes peeled to the most useful part of your prospective bounc-ees bodies. Mine, being my face."

William Halloran: "Why's that, sir?"

ScarletIris: Urian takes a drink from his amaretto sour and takes a casual seat next to the lug. "You aren't terribly bright.. are you william?"

William Halloran: He shrugs a little bit. "Depends on the comparison. Ain't no Einstein, no."

ScarletIris: He nods, watching the man. "Brigitte tells me quite a bit, William. She mentioned your driving urge to protect her. Is this true?"

William Halloran: He nods, watching the man closely. "Yeah, 'at's true. Why?"

ScarletIris: "Well.. if you think that you're doing her justice by merely keeping an eye out for common thugs, you're greatly mistaken. Sometimes, william, the biggest threats can be the least obvious ones. Are you following, yet?"

William Halloran: He nods a little bit. "Yeh, I see what yer sayin'."

Urian Flannery: He nods and leans forward against the bar. Idly handling his glass. "Good boy." He says, not skimping on the condescending overtone. "Brigitte is a very dear friend of mine.. I'd simply ~hate~ to see something happen to her."

William Halloran: "Yeh." He smiles a little bit. "I've noticed yer gettin' close. Don't worry. Ain't nothin' happ'nin' to her."

Urian Flannery: He gives a cryptic glance down the bar. Amusement mixed with avid thought. "Good." He states simply, and for the time being leaves it at that.

William Halloran: He furrows his brow a little bit, watching the man as a large hand reaches for the scotch.

William Halloran: d10: Per+Emp: 4,8,4,3,2,3,

Urian Flannery -> William Halloran: You get the distinct feeling that Urian's gears are turning. Plotting for sure, though his intentions are unclear. It's fairly certain given the context that it involves Brigitte.

Urian Flannery: Urian casually sips his amaretto, glancing over the crowd of mortals with an appreciative smirk.

William Halloran: He frowns, very deeply, and rises from his stool. Staring down at the man, unafraid. Maybe just too stupid to be afraid. "Sir...I c'n promise ya. Ain't NO ONE gonna be doin' anythin' bad ta Brigette. I guarantee it." ((Intimidation roll coming))

William Halloran: d10: Cha+Intimidation(WP): 3,5,1,6,3,4,3,4,

William Halloran: ((Un. Fucking. Believable.))

Urian Flannery: d10: wp: 5,5,8,8,7,8,2,5,

Urian Flannery: (hey, he must be gunther's cousin.)

Urian Flannery: (and for what it's worth, it's manip, not char.)

William Halloran: ((Oh. Then take a die off. :P))

Urian Flannery: Urian smirks at the man, equally unafraid. He speaks in a low, yet clear tone. "Mind your tongue, mortal. You're a dime a dozen."

William Halloran: He stares down, the mortal comment not bothering him, nor the dime a dozen one. He doesn't answer to Urian. "Ain't got nothin' ta be concerned about, Sir. Only lookin' fer people who wanna bring about the bad ta Emma. An' that surely aintcha...right?"

Urian Flannery: He gives a haughty laugh. "I guarantee you, Goliath, I mean the woman no harm. I'm the least of your concerns."

William Halloran: d10: Per+Subt: 4,4,1,2,7,

Urian Flannery: d10: man+sub: 8,4,9,10,4,7,9,7,

Urian Flannery -> William Halloran: Harmless as a kitten he is. Of course he would never hurt the woman, that's just silly.

William Halloran: ((Yeah, I give up.))

William Halloran: "Oh." His shoulders drop, and he looks down. Shit. He's fucked up. Again. His cheeks color bright, and he nods a little bit, returning to his seat. "Sorry."

Urian Flannery: He smirks at the man, a winning smile. "It's alright, boy. Happens to the best of us. I admire your dedication to the woman. She's quite the creature, isn't she?" He downs the rest of his drink and sets it softly to the bar before strolling off toward the lounge side of the club. Raising a hand over his shoulder in an absent wave to William.

William Halloran: "Yeh. She is." He nods a little, going back to his drink. Shoulders slumped again, the brief spark of life he showed smothered out. Back to his drink.