Making his way across the crowded bar, the skeleton ignored anyone else that was trying to talk to him, and instead rested his forearm on the counter, staring straight at you underneath his sunglasses. The venue was loud and crowded, as it was a popular joint for people and monsters alike to socialize and celebrate. Although most everyone appeared to be rich, you knew first hand that the majority were just pretending, with borrowed suits and medium priced drinks that were hardly a cover.

Ahem. Did you hear me the first time? I asked for your name. Don’t be a wet rag now, just trying to see if this nifty place is any good.

Barely surpassing a chuckle, he let out an audible, yet playful sigh, snapping his fingers rudely in your face to keep your attention on him. This monsters ego was through the roof, but shockingly his entitlement wasn’t the worst you’d ever seen. Before you could open your mouth to talk, a card with his number on it was shoved onto the counter in front of you. While you were distracted, the skeleton checked out your clothing, taking a mental note of your preferred style.

Call me. Let’s make it a date, eh? I’ll give you twenty grand if you meet me Saturday at the Luminaire by nine. I’ve already booked the reservations, give me a ring when you make up your mind.