When I saw his face....(JACK ROCCOGRANDI )

[rava]

Rava arrived to Scritpor Bay and has lived there for almost a four months. She was still knew to the town and still had that mysterious appeal to her. It felt slightly strange at the fact that she didn't have a man on her arm anymore, nor was she ready to deal with the fact of having one. That cheating bastard was more like it and she couldn't help that even six months later from the break up she still wasn't over the betrayal. But pushing on in life she agreed to meet a friend at this place called 'The Silent Stone'. Her friend had stated that it would one of the best places for her to get over her ex and on to a new man or a new life. She was thankful Olivia and offering to help her.

She arrived to the place wearing a light pinkie cream blouse that allowed her arms to be bear. A black short shirt that was tight to her hips. Black high heels to give her legs some length. And she let her dark brown hair stay down showing large ringlets that bounced when she walked. She wanted to look like a lady and not to slutty, but she had to put herself out there so she came to an agreement on going a little bit of both. She arrived at the place were she was to meet Olivia and simply have a good night of fun and pleasure. Once she wasn't so sure about. She walked in and the place she thought was amazing.

She liked the color scheme the dark and light colors that mixed and she like the choice of music as well. Something she sure can dance to. She stood above the steps and looked around to see if she could find her blond hair bombshell of a friend around any were. With in the darkened room she found her friend. She walked down the stairs and headed towards that direction. When she reached her friend she tapped her on the shoulders. When her friend turned around she could see that her friend was already drunk and having a good time.

"You made it," her friend stated hugging her, "You got to meet some of my new friends. This is Brad, Eric, and Kyle." As her friend was stating them she pointed to whom the names belonged to. Rava just waved her hand and gave a smile. They guys looked and smelt like trouble, she wasn't sure about the whole idea with hanging out with them.

"I'm going to get us some drinks," Rava stated as she started to back away from the crowed.

"What a good idea. Shot of Vodka for me and around of beers for the guys," her friend stated as she felt on to one of they guys laps. Rava gave a salute before she turned around and went to the bar. When she reached the bar she sat down on the bar stool and placed her head on hands for a moment before she lifted her head out and looked for a bartender.

[JACK ROCCOGRANDI]

Jack was technically working, but trying to fit in too. The Silent Stone was not known for its upstanding reputation. Most of the people who went to the lounge were Gargoyles, and some Gargoyles had a nasty temper. There was one in particular he was on the lookout for. The guy was known to get hopped up on PCP and rage around the city, threatening to kill people. Jack was called in by the Silent Stone's owner to wait for the guy on his favorite night to come out. There were no guarantees, but at least Jack would know he had tried. It wasn't so bad, either. He got to enjoy a couple beers while he scanned the crowd.

Most of the crowd was young, or at least appeared to be so. There were a few people drunk already and it was that time of night when business really began to pick up. His eyes watched everybody in the lounge, waiting for a disturbance. The wolf inside him waiting patiently, ducked low, just observing. He took a sip from his beer, before turning around to look at the TV set up behind the bar. Nothing yet. There was a Red Sox vs. Orioles game on, so he let that distract him for a moment. If this guy was going to show up, it would be in the next couple hours. Might as well see what the score was now while he could.

He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a basic suit jacket and tie with a white button down shirt. The key was to blend in, and if it went by clothes alone, he did, but it was a good thing he was sitting down. Jack was 6'6" and built like a tank, making him an imposing figure for most troublemakers. People weren't likely to start trouble when they saw him standing nearby. It also drew attention to himself, which he wasn't trying to do right now. He rubbed his short-trimmed beard absent-mindedly as he considered the play the second baseman had just screwed up.

A sudden movement next to him drew his attention from the TV and down to whoever had just taken a seat beside him. It was a petite woman, looking for a bartender it seemed, and for a moment he considered her. She had the biggest eyes he'd seen in a while, which fit well in her wide-set face. He had to admit she was pretty, but he looked away before she could notice he was looking at her. He took a swig of the beer he had been nursing for a while, looking down at his hands. Maybe if this were a social outing, he would talk to the girl, but he was working. Not only that, she was way too young for him. His eyes went back to the game, dismissing any possibility of talking to the pretty young thing now sitting beside him.