Owner	Pose
Satana	The Hellfire Club is always a good place to meet, and when Thomas contacts her Satana suggests it as neutral ground. The redhead is waiting in the Lily Anne Lounge, dressed in a pseudo-formal gown that threatens with every movement to simply abandon all efforts to contain her figure. Standing at the bar, a well-heeled foot rests on the rail and the black dress splits to show nearly all of that pale, toned leg. A hand rests upon the bar and she watches the tender prepare absinthe.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake comes over from the gaming room pocketing his winnings. He needs to come by here more often. He stops when he catches a delicious scent of cinnammon, then sees the demonic redhead. He favors her with a rare grin and saunters over. "Well look who I run into wearing a giant slit with a tiny gown attached," he says. Which is BS. He got her to come meet him. He holds his hands out for a hug, another rarity from him.
Satana	Satana turns at the sound of his familiar voice, offering one of those devastating smiles as well. "Thomas, you say the sweetest things." the succubus husks back. And in a move that would raise shivers from those who know better, Satana steps in close to return the hug. Adding a kiss on the cheek for good measure. "I'm glad you like the place. I thought it might suit your... wilder... impulses."
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake whispers in her ear, "There are absolute idiots here who think they can play baccarat, with fat wallets and fatter heads. As for wilder tastes... I think I have the wildest thing this place has to offer in my arms. I'm doing all right, you?" He releases her, a little reluctantly and feasts his eyes some more. Then he orders a Blue Moon. Which had better not come with fruit floating in it. "So... you get preferred treatment here or some such I mean..."
Satana	Satana chuckles softly. "Careful now, or you'll make me blush." she quips back, as if! "And yeah, I'm a VIP because of family connections." No, she doesn't elaborate further. "So you didn't call because you wanted to take money from rich idiots. It sounded urgent."
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake nods. "A couple of hired killers tried to garrote me when I was coming home from a bank. They failed. They spilled in several ways. They were hired out Madripoor by ALchemax to kill me. Alchemax hired me fir some assignments. I fulfilled them. Then another client had me deal some damage to them. A job is a job but someone at Alchemax is not thinking clearly. So I intend to prove pissing me off is just not cost effective. I mean, these guys were paid $5,000 apiece to kill me. That's insulting. My friends would laugh if I let that insult stand."
Satana	Satana's brows knit. "Who the hell is Alchemax? Sorry, but remember I'm still a new in town." she replies. Sipping her green liquor, she tilts her head as he explains further. "Honey, five thousand won't even buy the raw materials for a good spell. You SHOULD be insulted." Pausing then, she takes another ship and shifts her weight from one foot to the other, dangerously. "So how can I help?"
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake regards Satana for a moment and then regains his power of speech, but not by much. "Ahem. I'm glad you think so. Well, you're already getting my mind off things. they're a genetic engineering outfit. I met a kid they did genetic experiments on. Raised her as a slave, experimented on her and her sisters. Rotten crap weasels. I had enough info to know she wasn't telling tales. I am running down the location of one of their little hidden labs... if you can believe they go in for that. I want to hit it, loot it, find another target and repeat. I will be glad to split the value of items found with you for your help. I insist."
Satana	Satana wrinkles her nose at his account, shaking her head slowly as well. "Sounds to me like *someone* needs to just burn these assholes down." she replies casually. "Scorched earth policy? Yeah, I'm in. You need any help finding the labs? I've got my own ways of learning these things."
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake shakes his head. "I'm on the trail. I have some sources. This place is in Jersey. I'm an old Gotham boy. Hate that piss hole. But like I said I got the feelers out. I think... if you can believe this that it's in an old run down safari park. I may try to find Catwoman too. If they're mistreating big cats and other animals... she might throw in. Yeah... burning them to the ground sounds good. I mean I'm a sociopath and no one would take you for Supergirl. But we have standards. So... we should be ready to move on these creeps in a few days." He leans in and touches forehead to forehead and says, "Got any ideas how to pass the time?" he asks with a slight growl.
Satana	Satana smirks and chuckles softly. "Of COURSE it's in Jersey." she replies. "I'll brush up on some nice *incendiary* spells in the mean time. But yeah, if we're cleaning house the more the merrier." she replies. The redhead blinks when he leans in, but her eyelids grow heavy when forehead touches forehead. "Mmmm. All depends, really. Do I still smell like cinnamon spice, or whatever it was?"
Satana	Satana tilts her head, reaching up to press her palm lightly against his cheek. "You're adorable, know that?" she replies. Then Daimon is mentioned and she blinks. "Wait. You know Daimon...?" Her voice rises a little, the demoness becoming visibly more... tense. "And Daimon *should* smell like me. After all, he's my brother. But tell me more about this little ninja." Her hand slips into his own, then, fingers lacing.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake shakes his head. "Nah, heard of him. I used my scrying spell: Google. I have no desire to sniff him. And keep the adorable stuff to yourself. Though I think you would."