RP gods, monsters or mortals in modern day New Orleans.

Apostolos or rather, Acheron loved New Orleans. It was a lively city with so much colour and sounds. The different cultures and people. He felt at home here.

He owned a biker bar called Sanctuary, where creatures of all origins can find safety and peace. He had a simple rule.

Come in peace. Or leave in pieces.

Ash was currently at the bar, aiding patrons who wanted a drink. Long way from being a god but it was home.

Faith entered Sanctuary and scanned the bar. The regulars where hanging about and a few newbies were shifting about nervously. She headed up to the bar and ordered a beer.

The bartender was insanely tall, he had long black hair with red streaks in with, tied into a ponytail. He wore a Metallica shirt, and dark jeans along with big biker boots. He had a piercing on his nose. He wore sunglasses so she couldn't see his eyes.He smirks at her. "Long night?" he asks, his voice was deep and baritone.

Faith snorted, "Understatement of the year.." she retorted and took another chug of her beer.

He chuckled and went back to cleaning his glassware. There was something about him that made her get her guard up. Something ancient and...predetorial. But it could be her imagination. He was just a regular bartender.

Faith frowned at her empty beercan, "So what are you..?" she asked the bartender in a pathetic attempt at smalltalk.

The man smirked. "Just a bartender, owner of this little shack." he answered.

((She knows about the bar's true nature...))

"Nobody here is just anything.." Faith replied dryly.

He shrugs. "True, but it's polite to tell me what you are first is it not? Bit rude to demand me of my race"

"Fine," Faith replied curtly, "I am Faith, daughter of Eris, now what are you..?" sheeased rather unceremoniously.

He laughed. "I am Acheron." he said simply.

Faith stared dumbly at Acheron, "You're what now?"

"Ahem, my name is Acheron." he repeated, grinning.

Faith let out a tired sigh, "That's all you're giving me..?" she asked.

He shrugged. "People are better off not knowing what I am, otherwise I'de be out of a business"

Faith shrugged, "What ever.." she replied and ordered another beer.

He chuckles and her glass refills. "On the house," he replied.

Faith flashed him a thankful smile, "So your name is sort of long, any nicknames?"

"Ash is fine." he replied.

"Alright, Ash..." Faith said, "What got you into bartending?"

He shrugs. 'Couldn't open up a salon now could I?" he replied dryly.

Faith gave Ash an annoyed glare, "You know that's not what I meant.."

He smirked "Well, what else do you want me to say? I opened up a business so people can enjoy themselves. Anything else you need to know, princess?" he asked

Faith grinned, "No, dismissed.." she said regally.

He laughed. "Yes, your majesty." he says jokingly.

Faith snickered again and took another sip of her beer.

"So what brings you to New Orleans?, I know your not from around here." he asked casually, while he served a drink to a patron.

Faith twirled her glass, "Me and my dad moved here about a year ago.."

Acheron nodded, he knew everything anyways about her. Which was involuntary, he hated his powers sometimes but she seemed lonely to him. "I see, do you like it here?"

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