It had been a week or so since he and Victor had split up. Valentine Rokk, the side-kick, the short-blonde-one, the 'hey, is that girl free for the night'. Sure he was shorter than the average man, skinnier and more finely muscled. Didn't have tits though. Valentine quickly swiped his hand over his chest to make sure none had sprouted after that thought. He'd be crawling in men if he had tits and a pretty face. Gross. Val sneered into his cup, his lips going up to show his teeth to his drink.
He'd come across a little village, town? A place. On his travels. It didn't look like much, but he kept his eyes open for magic. Nasty magic users. They'd gotten one in the big city. Got away though. Him and his girly shirt and his huge wings. Val slammed his cup down on the table and cursed quietly. Looking around he sneered at the people staring at him. Damn sick bastards. They were like Vic. Anything with a hole was good, double points if the face was pretty.
A dark look was on his face while he drank his drink.
Valentine was quite the looker. His hair was short, a bright blonde, with a long slim braid that went down from the back of his neck to the middle of his thigh. It held no use. It had been used for decoration when he'd contort during his performances, now it was a sentimental trap. Val knew that if he were fleeing someone could grab it. Not one for looking broody, he was dressed in a bright blue vest, a white tanktop like shirt. Cloth was wrapped around his forearms and hands. His pants were much the same, loose fitting, white. Cloth was wrapped around his feet to his calves over his pants. Brown boots.
Apparently not dressing in dark colours drew attention to himself though.
Another look over his shoulder, he glared at another person staring at him. Eyeing him. With that special 'something' in their eye. "Damn homo's." He said, quiet enough to seem like he hadn't intended for anyone to hear it, but loud enough for people who were listening to him to hear it. "Did I step into some sort of homo tavern or something? Pervs." another snarl and he stretched out his leg, tilting his head back and drinking the last bits from his cup. "Oi! Another... One of these," He waved his empty mug to the bartender, giving him a dark look.
Maybe he'd drawn enough attention to himself to keep everyone away. Yeah. Perfect logic.