callofthe--siren entered the Siren's Harbor
Slow nights like these led to the mech leaning lazily against the counter of the casino--his eyes shifting out of focus, palm in head with his elbow on the polished cherry wood. Though he hated the crowded, smoke filled atmosphere that the Harbor usually contained, he dreaded nights like these more so.
It wasn't till he felt a rather sharp nudge in the ribs that he snapped back into reality. Immediately Breakdown was back on his feet and glaring in the general direction of the offender. Meeting eyes with Anthony, a younger man he had hired when the casino had first hired, the human gave a nonchalant shrug and nodded towards what Breakdown assumed were the front doors.
Following the gesture, Breakdown immediately saw why his attention was called upon; she was absolutely beautiful, slick black hair with blue eyes more icy than his own, almost demanding attention. There was something different about her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, and it bothered him.