Quite the fine specimen, my dear~
For most people, the night is always something that people were always hesitant on. It was the right time for parties, less restrictions, and having great times too. But it always warranted some kind of danger for those going out, especially in between places like clubs, bars, and certain places in the city no innocent dared to walk through.
As for Sol though, he was familiar with all those dangers, being around for almost two hundred years. He took out a cigarette as he parked his car outside a night club and lit it with his lighter, carrying around a case with him, the Fuuenken being inside, just in case. He wasn't here to dance or anything. He was here for a bounty.
There wasn't a long line. He stepped inside after showing his ID to the bouncer, now entering the underworld of the nightclub. He was dressed differently, his long hair loose, wearing a dark denim longsleeved jacket, a grey shirt with a design, and black straight-fit jeans and black and white shoes, intermingling and remaining incognito from all the drug induced attendees, or most of them.
He tapped the man's shoulder, who was all tattooed up, took him on the ground, kicked the man on the back of his head and took him into custody, driving him to the courts. This was no fight. Just a simple takedown and an easy lump sum of cash won. It was scary for some but not for a very unique individual like Sol.
But as he left the courts to get back to his car, a woman in teal hair called out to him. He looked over to her and put out his cigarette. But something was off about her. 'Fine specimen? Huh...I wonder. Something isn't right here.'
"...Huh? Well thanks for the compliment I think, miss?" he responded as he was cautious asking her name.
