♱ ―――― LORNE NOTICED RIGHT AWAY WHEN THE BLONDE WOMAN PEERED OVER HIS SHOULDER AND TOOK A SCAN OF HIS CLUB. something tells him that she's not exactly used to the demon variety, and he hopes he can ease any concerns that may have been frightening her. the green demon takes the weapon, barely holding it with a loose grip of his fingers, as he's always been uncomfortable with firearms — weapons in general, really. he chuckled nervously and hands it to his trusty bouncer, ❛ heh — we'll just give it to steve for safe keepin', huh ? you'll get it right back as soon as your little tush walks outta here, promise ❜ he reassured her, dusting his hands off and then opens his arm to gesture to his club, proud of what he's built and created as a community. demons were merrily drinking and laughing, others sang atop the stage, and even some vampires were being friendly towards a kind that wasn't their own. it was something you would rarely, if ever, see outside of caritas. he grins widely, pride glistening in his red hues, ❛ well, you made one hell of an entrance, sweetie. a cop, in this joint ? woo, sit me down with a typewriter because i think i got an idea for a bestseller ❜ he joked with her, laughing. ❛ come on, i'll get you a sea breeze, on the house. ❜
HE LEADS THE EX-POLICE OFFICER OVER TO THE BAR AND PULLS OUT A STOOL FOR HER TO REST UPON. he pats the cushion and takes a seat himself next to her, facing her direction as he waves at his favorite bartender, ordering the both of them his favorite sea breeze. he chuckles and looks at her, wincing slightly from the dreary energy she's been carrying ever since she came to his club. he looks back at the bartender, ❛ actually, make it a double for my friend here. she's gonna need it ❜ he told him. he gives her a friendly smile before speaking, ❛ let's start with the basics, doll face, 'cause i'm just itchin' to know your story. what brings you to caritas ? ❜