Prelude Fem; the Devil

Another drink was tipped back; the blonde humming in appreciation as the spirit all but passed his taste buds and poured down his throat. The glass half empty already he slammed it back to the table grinning from ear to ear. Tonight was his night to party.

Blue eyes surveyed the room looking for someone else to party with. Not that the group he'd gathered with his boasting was bad. It was just that the more the merrier, especially when he was in such a high mood. And they all thought he'd pay for their drinks, ha! He'd be ducking out the back before the bill was even proposed. It wasn't like this blond was going to come back to this place any time soon. They would long forget his face before he found reason to travel this far south again.

The man in such high spirits was a bounty hunter, and he had successfully been paid. Well not quite, his contract had entitled a kill and kill he did. The head was tucked safely away, and the cash the… victim had in his pockets were now in the blonde's. The Devil guzzled the rest of the drink, calling for another before the glass his the table again.

Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, paler skin… his northern heritage showed. Ladies would flock to such a man if only his mouth would stay shut. Sure the grin was charming but the sheer… stupidity which came out of his mouth turned most people away. No one, absolutely no one could put up with that energy. Now, it wasn't to say the Fool couldn't be serious, or calm down; it just was that he never did. Life was for the taking, and he was determined to live life to the fullest.

A fourth pint was brought to him, grinning he thanked the waitress before raising the glass in more of a shout than a toast. More joined in encouraged by the prospect for free drinks. The drink was tipped back, and the glass finished in one go. This was the life, his life, and absolutely nothing held him back. Laughing the idiot stood telling his new 'friends' not to worry, he was just going to relieve himself and would be back for another round to drink them all under the table.

A few feet from the door the blond fool got distracted by a pretty creature, as he tried and failed miserably to talk her up the table's attentions returned to amongst themselves. Grinning at the chance to slip out the male slipped outside… and did indeed relieve himself right there on the street. Hurrying, well as much as a man who is not quite sober could, the fool returned to the room he rented out and retrieved the head. He had hidden it in the room carefully prying apart the floor under the bed to hide the slowly rotting trophy. His mission complete the fool paid for the room and skipped town.

The Devil would indeed miss there, such a high spirited place but he was on to grander things. Namely getting paid, a few miles from town in another tavern he got his pay, the disgusting head passed along. Pockets much heavier he ordered a beer he planned to pay for.

Unknown to the blond, his movements had been watched. Not all the way from the town but just in the tavern he thought was safe for his passing. The prize that had been handed over had been noted, as well as the prize money. And as alcohol loosened the fool's mouth again the watcher grew more interested. The man boasted about never letting a target get away, always finding his prey…

"Excuse me sir," the fool watched as the seat next to him was taken. An admirer? , "I have a proposition for you."

"Unless you're offering me a job or a drink, then I don't want to hear it." The fool replied winking at the bar maid that passed. He quickly found a new beer in front of him. "So you're that kind of man, I guess you want me to listen."

"I want you to get something for me, or someone specifically." The man pulled out a drawing and handed a small picture to the fool who took it gladly. "I will pay you double what you got for your last job."

Blue eyes narrowed at the prospect given to him. A fairy? The fool ordered another drink on the man offering him the job. What harm could there be in hunting down this fairy? He hummed over the drink brought to him. It was a simple task, capture and bring back…

"I'll take it. And when I return I'll take your money," the Devil laughed, toasting the man. More easy money, how he loved his life.