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[Arthur Fox]

Tonight, Arthur was just trying to escape the hectic paperwork that had occupied his desk for most of the day in the Intel Department. He sat at the bar, sipping on a drink while he scanned the bar. The smokey atmosphere could make any drunk guy think that he was a girl. Well, that wasn't uncommon as it was. The long hair and thing body did him in every time he came to the bar but every time it made him laugh when he politely declined because his "boyfriend" would get jealous. Now that was the kicker each and every time. Every time they would walk away feeling rejected and sad because they didn't get a booty call. As he shook off another drunk, he couldn't help but to restrain a laugh. He supposed he should take it as a compliment really. He was pretty after all~.

He sipped on the drink again before spinning back around to face the bar. For the first time in a while, Arthur was relaxed. The stress of paperwork was more then he'd like to admit to anyone. It gave him headaches just thinking about it. Often times he'd beg for an assignment that put him out in the field so he might get injured so that he would be free from paperwork for just a week or so. Oh the idea of lying in the infirmary bed without thinking about paperwork sound oh so nice. He smiled dreamily at the thought as he took another sip of his drink.

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[Acadia Lavalle]

It had been an oh so long day. Acadia sighed as she hitched her leg over her motorcycle and stretched out like a cat, letting everything get loose before preparing herself to walk into the bar. She let down the dark blue portion of her hair and shook it out a little bit. A feeble attempt at hiding the obvious "love marks" on her neck. It was only one of the many perks that she got with being General of The Valentines for the Os. She tried to keep hickeys down to a minimum since they were the most obvious of marks that you could get from "attaining information." from them.

She made sure that she looked presentable enough. Not that you had to be presentable to get into a bar anyways but she was really just checking to see how many guys she would have to decline tonight. She had already been on one mission and she wasn't interested in getting more. She was bound to get hit on by quite a few men, nothing she couldn't or didn't handle on a regular basis, and tonight she expected to because of what she was wearing but she wasn't too worried. spike heels were rather sharp most of the time.

Acadia walked through the door to the bar, knowing that most of the eyes in the room (the ones that could see through the haze of cigarette smoke) would be fixed on her. It was inevitable, she had found. She clicked her way across the room and sat down at the bar, a few seats away from her co-worker whom she had not spotted yet. She adjusted the shiny pleather corset that cut her waist down at least four inches and lifted her breasts almost out of the constricting article of clothing. Accompanying this device of torture she wore blue jeans tucked into pleather knee high spiked boots and a jean jacket that she had since flung around her shoulder to expose her very pale, very perfect neck and chest.

The bartender walked around to her almost immediately and smiled, asking what he could do for her. "A Hurricane please." She didn't care if it wasn't exactly the hardest drink she could have ordered, she wanted something that would taste good as well as make her buzzed, if only a small bit. She looked around while she was waiting, placing her jacket on the bar top. That was when she spotted him. Oh look it's whatshisname.' She let her gaze linger on him before being called back to reality with the arrival of her drink. She nodded a thank you to the bartender and then gulped a bit of it down from her glass, not caring about the burn in her throat, however slight it was from her getting used to alcohol. She'd only been legal for four years but that didn't mean that she hadn't been drinking before that. She glanced back over at the man a few seats away. Should she start a conversation?

"Arthur, right?" She asked, smiling casually.