Moon in A cup.

I laugh.
"You'll have to get me a little more drunk before I answer questions like that, Mr Joker."
I sip my drink.
"But feel free to tell me about yourself." He looks dissapointed.
"Basically, I kill beacause I enjoy it, so I decided I may as well make cash while i'm doing it. I killed a Target of yours three years ago."

Joker-

"A target of mine, you say?" I responded, "You see Mr/Ms(?) Crimson, I remember every kill I do. You look like someone who has lived only a little number of years. I, for one, have lived several millennia. If you say that you killed a client of mine, there are only two possible explanations: Either you killed someone else's target, who's name was by chance 'Joker', or you do not remember well. Someone might have given you imagine powder and implanted the memory on your brain. For I have killed every target of mine. And I only kill Target's when it's a very high ransom, so I don't do it often. But I am getting out of practice. The last time I assassinated someone was many years ago, what you people call the Medieval times. It was then that I assassinated the king of my country, to whom my whole family had been buffoons. Then I became king myself, grew bored of the place a hundred years after, and left. But anyhow, what kind of people do you kill?"

I laugh.
"Several millenia you say? The same as me. As for the kind of peple I kill, I kill anyone who'll put up a fight. I'm always up for a challenge. But tell me, do you really not remember me?" I pull down the hood of my cloak so he can see my face.
"you really dont remember the face of your'e best friend?"

Joker-

"Sorry," I say, "But you are mistaking me for someone else. I have never had a best friend. I've only had a couple of companions and an army of followers. I do not know you, so quit talking to me." I stand up and leave, but I deliberately leave a playing card on the table, making it look like I forgot it there. I open a door in the back of the bar and wait outside, looking from a gap in the door. Crimson picks up the card. It's a joker. No, it is me. James Joker.

I see her/him(?) turn it over and find writing on the other side: We're being watched and followed. Come and meet me at the back of the bar.

I see him/her(?) stand up and walk towards me. Now, we can finally talk. I think.

Her

I stand up, sliding coins across the table. I nod to the bartender, pull up the hood of my cloak and leave. I look around discreetly before walking around the back.

Estheer

"Er, hi," I mumbled, boldly stalking up to the counter.
I tip-toed over to see the woman/man (?) standing behind the counter.
"Er, one glass of red wine, please?" I asked, my white hands trembling a bit.
It was hard to stand with tippy toes, especially in such small shoes.

Kataria (Female)
I cupped my hand in my chin and stared at the figure before me. I poured the red wine and held it. "With or without blood?" I asked politely.

Vincent

Casual as ever, I strolled in, marching right up to the counter.
"Uh... demonsbane cocktail?" I asked. "Might be a little to exotic for you guys..." I scratched my head. It had been a while since I had ingested some manner of sustenance... it was that or I devoured somebody. "Well, if you have the ingredients - they're pretty common - would you brew them for me?"

Kat
I looked at the new comer. "Demonsbane?" I said. I brewed the cocktail and handed it over. "Be careful I brew it really strong." I warned then he swallowed it down. I smiled slightly impressed.

Vincent

"Oh, it wasn't that bad," I conceded. "Needed a tad bit more dragons' blood, but whatever." I leaned forward, crossing my arms over the counter.
"But this isn't an ordinary bar, isn't it? Nor is the charming barmaiden that owns it, I'm guessing."

Kataria
I smirked in reply to the question and then poured myself a glass of blood. "Your right on the nose hunny. I'm Kataria. This place is for pretenatural creatures only no humans." I said then took a swallow. "Sorry about the cocktail I'm running a bit low on dragons blood it's a favorite of certain vampires." I added.

Vincent

"No matter," I said. "That can always be remedied. Now... anything to eat? It's been a couple of centuries since I've had a decent meal."

Joker-

After having explained the situation to Crimson, I walk back into the bar. I see another visitor has arrived. I stride up to meet him talking to the waitress.

"So, what kind of creature are you, Vincent?"

Kataria
I gave Joker a look then sighed. "Food I can do but do you have any tastes otherwise I'll pull out all the stops." I said to Vincent. Then I looked at Joker. "No harrassing my customers ok hunny bun I don't have a lot of business nowadays." I said firmly.

Joker-

"Oh, certainly not! How absurd... I work with the law of life: If no one does anything to you, you do nothing to them. If they do, however, well then, things start getting a little messy. But anyway, Vincent...?"