The most likely candidate for interesting would be the man in a white ruffled blouse. He's wearing some sort of covering on his head, and has distinctly colored makeup on. His appearance may spell flamboyant, but his physique indicate he is not to be messed with. "What a sordid place! Do they simply expect moi to work while this terrible music is blaring loud enough to hide a gunshot!? I demand to speak with the manager, tout de suite!" The man seems to be yelling to nobody in particular, if only to garner a response from some higher authority. Of course, his fiery eyes fall upon Dante, by some stroke of fate or luck, and his expression softens considerably. "Excusez-moi, do you know where the owner of this establishment is? The music is playing loudly, and it makes it difficult for little ol' me to practice my art."

One of the many regulars to the bar would be a seemingly young man with hair almost whiter than Dante’s own, most notable is the fact he’s obviously still clad in a silverish blue armor. The man sits to the side near the red-cloaked woman, babbling to the bartender, the woman hears the end of a story it seems like he’s told dozens of times “And of course what did I do? Just a swift kick for some distance and a toss saw my spear right into the creature’s heart. I bet the townsfolk are still singing my praises even now.” The bartender just nods along, pretending to listen as he continues his work

Perhaps something also interesting would be a talking fox. A foxboy, short in stature, wearing a hoodie enters the bar. He takes a seat, two tails flopping out behind him as he finally lets down his hood and sighs. Hope this place has some smokes...

Dante glances towards young woman for a moment, hmm... Nice fashion sense. He'd be interrupted by Oren however. Looking at the other man and shrugging. "Lemme think here pal, I've seen him around today... Oh right, backroom over that way, probably don't want anyone going in but rules are meant to be broken right?" Dante would point towards a small set of stairs, leading up to a door marked employees only. And with that, he'd look back to the strange girl in red. By this point the bar tender would have taken her payment and handed the girl a soda, simply assuming she can't drink. As for Dante, he'd wave with a curious look on his face. "Yo! Haven't seen you around town before, come here often or are ya new? Name's Dante by the way, how bout yourself?"

The man bows in gratitude. "Merci! I certainly hope I will be seeing you around more often, helpful and goodlooking has been going out of fashion lately!" With that, the strange man would move toward the door, opening it silently. Shortly after, some sounds of things crashing and a muffled yelling is heard from behind it. The music suddenly cuts out, and the sounds of blunt objects hitting other less solid objects is more prevalent. After several minutes, the sounds stop, and the giant of a man walks out of the door once more, a little drift of smoke following him. He adjusts his cap as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. "Ah, le silence. Now I can relax! 'Tis a cause for celebration! Ah, this is a bar after all, perhaps they have some finer beverages! Pardon, bartender! I request your finest red wine!"

Taking the soda, she glared at it for a moment before deciding to drink it. While it isn't exactly what she had wanted, the alternative to what she got wasn't exactly legal. While it was unfortunate, it was understandable. Upon hearing a voice speak up she turned slightly in Dante's direction. Though she was still hidden in the hood, her silver eyes were plainly visible, and she addressed him with a lack of interest apparent in her tone. "Do you always force unnecessary conversations?"

He would then glance at the very loud man with hair akin to his own, huh. This guy kills monsters or something? Hair might not be the only thing they have in common... "So, you a demon Hunter or something Mr. Armor? If you wanna talk stories I got one for ya!" With that, his face breaks into a smile, a cocky look and a loud voice full of pride. The bartender just sighs as he sees where this is going. "Alright so, who here knows Cerberus? Giant and angry dog, 3 heads? Lemme tell you this bastard is one bad acting puppy! So here I stand face to faces, having already spent the day killing minions after being invaded in my shop. Then after a long battle, I cleave straight through the icy bastards and get this baby for my efforts!" A blue set of nunchucks forms in his hands, ice covering the weapons as he absently twirls them. He'd then glance back to Oren, eyes darting toward the fox boy for a moment before he shrugs that off. As for the bartender, he'd slide a wine glass and older bottle of French red wine to Oren. "Well, that's one way to turn down the music... Probably the most effective one really, if perhaps not the most legal." Heh, not a talker then... He'd just shrug at the girl, downing the rest of his beer with a smirk on his face. "Only when I have nothing better to do, and I don't see any demons."

"Ah, merci!" Stopping the glass with a brisk flick of his hand, Oren slides his free hand into the bottom of the bottle, causing it to flip upward into the air. He catches it with a smirk on his face. After popping the cork out, he fills the glass halfway with the blood red liquid. He swishes the wine about the glass, taking a brief sniff of the contents. "I must admit, this is not at all the type of wine I'd expect at a bar such as this!" He tips a small amount of the fluid into his lips, savoring the taste with his eyes widening in satisfaction. "Très bien! Not too sweet, not too bitter, a perfect balance of tenderness and strength! Quite like someone I know!" With a gleeful giggle, Oren places the glass back on the counter.

Grimnir’s ears perk up at the question, almost as though he’d been waiting for a chance to introduce himself, though he’s not so rude as to interrupt Dante’s own story, he does take it as a chance to engage in a boasting contest No mere demon hunter, I, Grimnir am the greatest of War Gods, known all throughout the nine realms, inspiring those in need and striking fear into the hearts of my enemies, not that there are many left. I have need for only one weapon. Grimnir stands up so as to have space to twirl his spear around and, although he avoids hitting anyone, the tip scratches into the floor of the place Stormspyd, forged just for me in the heart of a dying star this grand tool has aided me in my many conquests from the Frost Giants Jotunheim to the dark elves of Svartalfheim. Satisfied with his showing off in monologue, the guy puts the spear into a long, thin holder on his back in order to sit back down. It’s onlg then that he realizes the music’s gone Wait, what happened to the sound guy?

Huh, a god eh? Well then... Looks like a good chance for a little contest! His current weapon vanishes, a greatsword sword with a black skull for a hilt replacing it in moments. "Forged in a dying star huh? Sadly ole Rebellion and I don't have such a grand story of creation, but we've been through a lot! I am Dante, half demon, half human, and 100% ass kicking!" The man would leap into the air for a moment, blade twirling around him before he lands gracefully and sits back down. As for the music, he'd laugh a bit and look over at Oren. "Well let's just say not everyone was pleased with the constant loud noise level in here. And man, I'm curious how strong a war god is... Heh, maybe I'll find out sometime."

as soon as Dante glances at Oren, Grimnir takes the hint, stands and gestures to him I would like to buy this man a drink, whatever he likes money is no object. Grimnir sits back down, relatively calm as he takes a swing of his own drink We had a bet to see which would last longer, his playing or my storytelling. Think I won now. As for combat, a True Warrior is always ready, whether he seeks it or not...... No, seriously, I don’t know how to take off the armor and my spear keeps following me

With his glass now emptied, Oren simply smiles with glee. "You may pay for this drink of mine, merci!" With the bottle capped, the effeminate man waltzes out of the establishment, but not before waving quickly at Dante.

As Oren leaves, the man would wave back at him. Sure the guy's a bit different, but he seems like a decent enough sort. As for Grim, his face wide actually look a bit stunned by the armor-clad warrior's words. "You... You can't take the armor off? How does that even work out, I'd agree that you should always be ready though! I've been attacked when I was just minding myself enough to stay wary!" He'd down another beer, glancing around almost as if he expects someone to burst in at that very moment... But no attack comes, and thus Dante simply sighs in relief and stands up. "Anyway, I'll see you around Grimnir. And if you need any backup with something gimme a shout. I run a demon hunting business, but I'll deal with other crap too if needed!" With that, there's a flutter of red as he rushes out the door, inhuman speed carrying him away far faster than most people would keep up with... Only to walk maybe a few blocks, his store being quite near the bar after all.

Could someone catch me up to speed? Plz