Owner	Pose
Faith Lehane	This particular person didn't fit quite as well in this sort of setting but that never stopped Faith from going anywhere. The fact she seemed to be on the list to be allowed in helped. Probably Buffy's doing since she ran into her here previously. Or Buffy's boyfriend. Whichever, she got in without a wait and headed straight for the bar. She was dressed as she often did for hunting. Leather pants in black with matching boots. A dark red t-shirt with a denim jacket over it, hiding all the tools of the trade. The messenger bag look had never worked for her. "Whiskey. Something good." She'd scored big earlier tonight and she was going to celebrate. After she ordered, she glanced around the setting but then to the tender again. "Buffy working tonight?"
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith says, "The bartender, who sort of resembles Bruce Willis from the movie RED only with an eyepatch reaches around for a bottle, expertly pouring the shot right to the rim without spilling a drop. At her question he just grunts, but a second later a voice behind her says, "On the floor, we call her Ice. No one who works for me uses their real names on the floor, I don't take that sort of chance with my people's safty." The Man in White, also known as Thomas Raith smiles that too perfect smile. "Hello again. Forgive me isi it Faith or Hope. I remember it's one of the virtues, and I know it's not Charity." He snorts at his own personal joke. "Believe me I know it's not Charity.""
Faith Lehane	The lack of response has Faith turning back to look at the room proper when she hears the voice. She glances over at the man, who is obviously Thomas Raith. Not that she knows much about him. Just the basics. Between various people. "Not the other one with a 'c' either." She doesn't bother saying it. She has used it as an alias before just for humor. "Faith. What sort of place are you running that your employees need aliases?" It doesn't seem a normal sort of thing to her. Unless that person has a lot of enemies. Or their business isn't what it seems like upfront. The question is where does he fall in it. She does pick up her drink, without looking away from him, and takes a quick quaff off it. Leaving about half in the glass.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith waves to Yosa, who nods taking out a crystal liquor decanter and a highball glass, filling it with ice but otherwise letting his boss pour his own drink. Thomas shrugs a bit, "You know what I am." He says it, a statement of fact not a question. "I built this place as a sort of private game reserve. I spent months spreading my Hunger through it...seeding the crop as it were." He shrugs. "It quickly gained a reputation, as I hoped where the upper middle class could, discreetly, find a casual hook up with little effort." He sips his drink. "I wasn't open a week before a customer followed one of my waitresses to her car and tried to be...overly foreward." He shakes his head. "Fortunately for me, and unfortunatly for him he didn't realize the woman was in fact my cousin Diedre over there. I paid a howler $1000 to 'get rid' of the body." he puts "get rid" in air quotes. "After that the stage names seemed prudent, just like strippers. Even the men use them. The door man is Axe. The big mother fucker by the VIP lounge is Crush. And they call me the man in white."
Faith Lehane	Faith had immediately put her glass back down on the napkin atop the counter. Because it was always better to have her hands free. Especially in a place that one might consider hostile territory. "Guess that makes sense. If you hadn't set it up this way, you wouldn't have to take those steps though. There are plenty of clubs in the city with people hooking up so not sure why you needed to do this but whatever. Ain't my place to judge. Unless you start hurting people." She looks over toward his cousin then at Crush. "So why is it that Buffy is okay with this? She's usually wound up too tight."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith shrugs, "Well for one thing, I quit once Buffy and I started seeing each other exclusively. Though it still applies in a way, I mean lets be honest." He gestures to one of the girls selling cigars to customers, The outfit made to look like a cigerette girl of the 1920's, cut very low at the top and very high in the shorts department. "I met Buffy and found an all you can eat buffet. That was I am ashamed to admit how I first saw her. In me? She found a monster that she thought she could redeem. Turns out we were both right, and somehow, we also found more."
Faith Lehane	"All you can eat? Y'know, feeding off a person you care for doesn't really make it seem like you care for them," Faith says. Just matter-of-factly. It doesn't seem as though she's particularly upset over it. "I mean, she's a big girl. She can make her own choices." Then she considers something, tilting her head slightly as she looks at the Man in White. "Unless she isn't doing it by choice. Then we might have something to discuss there after all."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smiles "It's entirely her choice, I assure you." He shrugs a bit, "If I were to stop? she might suffer some withdraw symptoms, but nothing someone with her iron will couldn't handle. The fact of the matter is we beat the odds, and I'll give praise to any god that will listen for that fact. He shrugs, "The other fact is, I need to feed. That's just a fact. Slayer's are a well spring of life force energy. I could no more feed on her enough to cause her harm then I could drink Gotham Harbor dry. Despite what that lunatic Spike tried to convince people."
Faith Lehane	"Spike's not so bad once you get to know him. Which is like the weirdest thing I've ever said in my life. Good to go drinking with." Speaking of, Faith picks up her glass and finishes off the rest of her drink in one swig. Seems she isn't one to savor it for enjoyment and flavor. "But not sure it makes sense that it works that way. You feed on lust basically, right? Slayers don't have more of that than anyone else." She grins, unapologetic. "Despite what you might think when you're in the sack with her."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith grins a bit, and waffles his hand slightly, he gestures to Yosa who refills her drink casually. "What I feed on is life force energy. I've even heard it described as your soul, though I don't prescribe to that. And Life force Slayer's have in abundance. If a normal human is a beer mug? A Slayer like buffy or yourself is like a 40 gallon keg. A self refilling keg in fact since Life force comes back fairly quickly in normal humans and even faster in Slayers. Or at least in her. Lust is more like...the tap. I could use any strong emotion. There are those of my kind who prefer fear for instance. Or despair. But I use lust. You could say I prefer the flavor."
Faith Lehane	"So if you can feed on any emotion you want, why not go with something like happiness? You can get that easy enough running a club, if that's your thing that you want to do and not just for finding dinner. And while it might not taste like the best meal you ever tasted, it can keep you alive." Faith glances at the new glass that appeared of liquor, the old glass removed smoothly at the same time. She arches a brow. "I got some money but not too much. Since I asked for the good stuff." She does pick up the glass though. "So tell me something about you that I don't know. Which is basically most anything."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith shrugs. "That one is on me. I like buying beautiful women drinks. I might not feed on them any more, but it does my ego good to have their attention. And believe me I have a colosal ego." He smirks a bit then and shakes his head. "It doesn't work. We aren't sure why we can't feed on more positive emotions. Lust, Despair, Fear, those almost any one of us can use. Though to me despair tastes like burnt coffee and fear like Batery acid. I knew one woman who said she fed off rich old men's greed, though I rather doubt that. Pretty sure she was just slow feedon on their lust till they died then moved on." He shrugs, "A friend of my brother's said it's because feeding on someone is, by it's nature a violent act, and violence and positive emotions don't go hand in hand."
Faith Lehane	"Makes sense," Faith says after a moment of consideration. It is a violent act. Even for humans, with the whole chewing stuff up thing. Something had to die or be harmed for them to eat. Even vegans. She did notice his automatic compliment. Probably was part of his nature. To just automatically say things to appeal to the person he was speaking with. "Just realized you didn't say what lust tastes like to you. Is it like the best chocolate created or something?"
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "Exactly that actually. Rich and sweet and creamy, just a hint of bitterness to off set it so that." He smirks a bit, "It tastes like you would think Sin would taste. Decadent and delicious.
Faith Lehane	"Weird that it tastes good when the others taste bad though. Although maybe each of ...your type just has different taste buds. I mean some people like those super sour candy things and I think they are insane," Faith points out, giving more information than is really necessary but it tracks for her. She slams down half the drink then glances over to Thomas again. "So is Ice working tonight? I need to talk to her."