ou enter the homey bar of Spellbound and at the counter is a richly deep brown haired male with blue-green eyes leans against the counter, with his ass half-perched on the counter. He flashes you a grin as you enter. You know instantly this is the infamous First Bounty Hunter, Vincent.

Zephyr walks in and looks around. His black hair covered his left eye, giving him an almost goth look. His coat hung around his slim body loosely. His weapon hidden by the long coat. He took a seat and looked at Vincent but kept quiet not sure what to say yet.

Vincent smiles at the new kid in his bar. "Why, hi there cutie. What can I get you? Some milk?" Vincent teased, leaning against the bar in front of the boy.
"Vincent, if you get arrested for flirting with jail-bait again i am not bailing you out again..."
Zephen said handing a pitch to a customer on the other side of the bar-counter.
"I don't need you to! The Great Lady will bail me out like always. So, what'll be, cutie?" Vincent asked with a wink.

A bright red blush painted across his face. "Umm I was..." He looked down at his feet as he chewed his lip a bit. "Do you have any blood?" His voice was meek like a child. He looked back up at the male and shifted his weight from foot to foot. He looked at Zephen his green eyes turn red for a spit instant. "Oh umm how rude of me I'm Zephyr Night." He said when looking back at Vincent.

Vincent stared wided-eye for a moment then smiled as Zephan mutter an "oh, boy..." before glomping the boy yelling, "SO CUUUUUUTE!!!!"
"Damn it Vincent, stop glomping the damn customers!" Zephan bitched as Vincent nussled the kid. "Here's some damn blood." Zephan sighed as he set down blood for the kid.

Zephyr reached for the cup when he managed to get an arm free. He sipped the blood slowly enjoying the taste. He then looked at the two males around him. "Is he going to rape me?" He asked when he realized the older male wasn't going to get of him anytime soon.

"Quite likely." A bewitch black haired with crimson and electric blue haired person smiled, flashing pearly white fangs. The person wore ripped black jeans, a ripped up black tee, both covered in safety pin, with a black gothic button up and a long black trench coat and black combat boots with red skull and cross bones snaps. Many thought though she was a male, which was fine with her. "Hey guys." Shane Wolfhart said with a smile. "It's been awhile."

Vincent looked up and smiled at Shane. "Heyya, Shane. How'd the job for the Great Lady go?" Vincent asked with a smile, still hugging Zephyr.
"GET OFF THE JAIL-BAIT!" Zephan yelled throwing at glass at the back of Vincent's head. "Damn. How the hell do I work for this idiot..." Zephan groaned in to his head.
"OW! Ok, ok! I'm getting off. Ow..." Vincent said, rubbing the offended stop ion his head and got off Zephyr. "You're so mean, Zephan..." Vincent whined as he picked up Zephyr and put him on his feet. "Hm?" Vincent looked at the kid and felt down his spine, his lower back, side and then grabbed his ass. "Mmm, nice." Vincent purred, the chuckled, as he caught the second thrown glass. After setting the glass on the counter Vincent pulls open the coat, Nice sword," Vincent said, "BUT!" Vincent reacted behind the counter and pulled out a giant sword nearly as tall as Vincent himself, shaped like a fire. "Mine's bigger!" Vincent said with a evil look to him, looking as frightening as his legands decrided him.

Zephyr's eyes went red when Vincent began to pat him down and finish with grabbing his ass. He ignore the lady that walked in and starred at the lunatic with the huge sword. His hand went to the scythe pendent that hung off his necklace once touching it it turned into a full size reaper's scythe. "I'm going to kill you." He said in a cold as ice voice nothing like his usually meek voice, his eyes still blazed red.

"Tsk. Like you can kill me. I'm truely Immortal. I can't die." Vincent snorted, resting the sword on his shoulder.
"I thought it was because you lost you soul in a card game to the Great Lady..." Zephan commented as he cleaned a class. "Hey Shane, you want you usual Root Beer? Or Vodka?" he asked as Vincent looked depressed.

"Root Beer." Shane said though chuckling. "Aw, poor Vincent. No one loves you." Shane said chipperly as she pat him on the head.

Zephyr's eyes went back to green and he stared at the huge sword. "Um that's a big sword are you over compensating for something." He asked his voice back to being meek. He looked a Zephan, "Stop calling me jail bait and I'd like another cup of blood...please."

Zephan handed the kid his blood as Vincent knelt in front of a corner in depression. "When you're not Jail-bait I won't call you Jail-bait. so in about a year you won't be jail-bait." Zephan answered, scratching the tattoo of the roman numeral of 13 under his eye. "Here's your Root Beer, Shane."

Shane laughed at Zephyer's comment and even harder at Zephan's. "T-thanks." Shane said, taking the glass root beer bottle. "Ah, haha, you know, Vincent's sort of like tamiiki from host clud, have you noticed that?" Shane commented.

Zephan buried his face in his hand at her comment. "And to think I work for this idiot.... Damn you Shane... If I hadn't lost that bet...." Zephan growled.