Roxie's head cocked when Owen spoke. And then her eyebrow cocked. Surely he was aware on how Domains worked. "Yeah...not gonna happen till you go upstairs. Sorry kid." The Regent generally knew who was acknowledged in the city. Most showed up to the Elysias at any given day.
Taking a final drag of her smoke the Regent casually glanced around Trax. "Well, I have places to go, blood dolls to drain." Nodding to Vorigan for the drink.
"So like I said, if some of you want to stop out by the golf course, and a few others wanna hit up Seymour be my guest." Pulling out another smoke like it was one for the road. "If you run into some shit, don't call me, call the Lord." Pointing to the thin lanky barkeep. "Cause if the shit hits the fan and I get a call, it's not gonna be pretty."
"However...." Roxie turned and half grinned. "If you do find out anything juicy, tya may wanna let me know..."
And with those last words, the Regent was already backing out of the bar's front door and taking off.
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