"Oh Damian... you're so impressive, such powerful muscles, impressive weaponry... and everyone knows that you're the best at what you do..." Damian lay in a field of flowers, a beautiful woman hanging off his arm. Oh how peaceful it was, just laying there in utter bliss. "Haha, come on dear, you flatter me... I don't do all that much, only what's necessary you know?" The woman on his arm nuzzled into his side. "Yes but you do that "necessary" stuff better than anyone else... all big and strong like you are." Damian took a moment to grin widely before continuing. "Well when you put it like that I guess I really am kind of awesome aren't I? Heh, I guess I can't deny it any longer, you got me." The woman giggled. "You're right I do have you... Damian..." Suddenly she crawled closer, gently kissing the nape of Damian's neck. "W... whoa.. escalating things a bit quickly aren't we? Not that I mind." The woman began to nibble softly. "Shh... it's alright Damian... you just let me take care of everything." Damian suddenly found himself blushing horribly.
"Merc?"
Damian raised an eyebrow suddenly. "Wait a second... why do I recognize that voice... hey show me your face!" Damian desperately tried to turn around and push the woman away but she seemed to be latched onto his neck. "Wh... WHAT THE?! Let go of me! Gah!" What Damian had taken for playful nibbling quickly turned to aggressive biting as what felt like tiny teeth began to grip tightly onto the nape of his neck. "Ow ow ow! Let go of me you crazy witch!"
"Don't let the bed bugs bite, Merc."
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"Ahhhh!" *THUD*
Merc's eyes slowly pushed themselves open as he fell out of the booth onto his back, a sickening squishing sound coming from behind him as the name of his neck thudded onto the ground. With a still slightly drunken and a very tired and weary stance, the mercenary pulled himself upright and tried to stand up completely straight only to wobble slightly. "What the hell?" Rubbing his glove against the throbbing nape, Merc pulled a small dying insect, crushed to a gooey mess, from the source of his pain. Suddenly angered, Merc turned around to address the bar. "Alright which one of you useless wastes of human sk-! Huh?" Upon turning the first image to pop into Damian's eyes was that of a girl whom he recognized. It was Gladius, second of command in the Knights of Hyperion and the sole player he had been expecting to show up that day. Gladius had provided him with plenty of work in the past and she always paid extremely well... so in his books it was always a pleasure to see her... and her wallet.
"Well that explains that. You know a quick poke in the head or shaking of the shoulders would've woken me up kiddo, no need to sick... this thing... on me." With a grimace, Damian flicked the insect to the side and wiped his hand off on the table beside him. "I was having a wonderful dream too... there was a girl there, she was reminding me of how great I was while giving me some very nice comfort and affection... oh and then she started sounding like you and it was about that time that the pain started." Merc sneered at Gladius for a quick moment... as if his comparison of her to a pain in his neck wasn't already plain to see.
With a sigh Damian rubbed his still throbbing head and picked up his great sword from the floor, leaning on it for support as he was still fairly hung over. "Right okay... I knew you'd be coming. You obviously want someone dead. We both know how this works by now... tell me the pay and give me a name and he'll be dead in a few hours tops." Merc sighed then, as if discussing murder was a run of the mill affair for him... which, admittedly, it was.