Hotel Haven. A place where Assassins, Bounty Hunters, Mercenaries and Others can rest up and relax with some fine food and drinks. The unique Hotel was quiet massive in size. From rooms looking like they were made for executives to fine dining atmospheres in one of several of the Restaurants with in the Hotel. The rules for the Hotel open to so many were quite simple.
Enjoy the luxury and safety of Hotel Haven, but absolutely no fighting is allowed on the premises. If your mark, prey, objective is on the premises you may not take them out. Kill them. The point of Hotel Haven is a safe haven for all who enter. Causing the death of another guest at Hotel Haven can be punishable by death.
Marek had checked in with Lance at the front desk. Always dressed in a suit and tie, Lance was the man to see about any issues or extra comforts you wished during your stay. Marek had left his unique Coffin Shaped Guitar Case with the tall man at the front desk and Lance assured Marek it would be waiting for him in his suite safe and sound.
Tan western boots lead Marek past the Rose Lounge. Red was the theme of this fine Restaurant. From chairs to exquisite table clothes and of course fresh roses in a crystal vase upon each table as a center piece. The food was excellent in there, though Marek wasn't real hungry at the moment. Possibly later.
A spot on the first floor near the back, Club Thirteen, was a place for simply catching a lighter meal and or just a drink. It held a high class look, like the rest of Hotel Haven, but with a slightly more casual atmosphere. Here was a place to take it easy after a long day or night. A place to rest with a drink before heading to your suite, or to find work. Whatever that might be.
"As I live and breath, Marek Kharune." Smiled the red headed Bridget behind the smooth mahogany bar. Leaning over the bar she made a grab for the opening of Marek's leather jacket and pulled him closer to the bar so she could give him a kiss on the cheek before letting that dark leather jacket go. Her lips were lit with a smile and her dark silk top was sleeve-less exposing her tattoos going from shoulder to wrist nearly. Her red locks had been curled recently it seemed and the low neck line in her top aided in showing off the tattoo upon the right side of her neck. Some said that Bridget had been a model, others said she used to be quite the assassin. Whatever the rumor was, Bridget had found her place at Hotel Haven running 'Club Thirteen' and she enjoyed making small talk with those that came in and or helping direct them to someone who was looking to hire for a job and or objective.
Marek couldn't help but smile some at Bridget as he eased to a chair at the bar. "Still as beautiful as ever, darlin'." Spoke Marek as he gave a light nod over the bar's surface at her figure. "Yeah? You think so?" Teasingly, Bridget did a little twirl behind the bar as if trying out some new outfit. "How have you been, Marek? Usual?" Marek gave another nod of his head as he drew his left hand downward over his light beard. "Yeah, thanks hon." Bridget gave a smile and a nod before moving to grab a tall glass and fill it half way with ice. Selecting a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 to pour a measured amount into the glass and then proceeding to open a can of 7up soda and add some to the glass before settling it on a small dark cocktail napkin on the bar for Marek. "There you go. What else can I get you, Marek?" The dim lights of the Club seemed to dance in Bridget's eyes as she smiled over the bar at him. Bridget could be a flirt and a good one at that, but not to everyone that came into the Club.
"I'm looking to catch up on some things." Spoke Marek, as Bridget gave a light nod of her head. "I have two Englishmen currently about. Mr. Ken Bentey or Simon." "Not in the mood for too strict a conversation, Bridget." Said Marek as he lifted his glass for a quiet drink. Bridget smirked some at Marek. "Got it. Simon it is. Let me send him over, he's at the far table." As Bridget moved off to speak with Simon, Marek lowered his glass back to the napkin upon the bar. Taking a slow roam of his eyes over the Club and those about it at this hour. Some he knew, others he was unsure who they were. Times change as do people. He noted a few new faces about the Club. Possibly new assassins or bounty hunters trying to make a name for themselves.
"Aren't ye' a sight for sore eyes." Smirked Simon as he lowered to a chair at the bar. Leaving a chair between them, as one could never be too careful even with the rules of the Hotel. Simon had a buzz cut and a mustache that down to either side of his chin. His usual black attire was worn of pants, belt, shirt and of course a fine black jacket to go with.
"Simon. Good to see you again." Commented Marek as Simon gave a witty grin. "Is it? Most people don't much like it when they see me. Means the Reaper gave me their number ye' know." Simon's had an English, Irish heritage and when he was in a good mood or angry, it showed in his speech at times. "Whatcha' doing back here at the Hotel? Not slumming for a job are ye' now?" Marek smirked some. "You know me, Simon. I always have a job or three lined up. How has things been around here? Any thing big gone on since last I was about the Hotel?"
"Anything big? Anything big... anything big... oh, aye. Remember Bensen? Up and got himself retired he did. Took a high level contract and made the mistake of think'in the 'mark's brother not gonna come and hunt him down. He should of' prepared himself for that. Man got sloppy he' did. Course you and I both know, Vincent, well now, he would have killed the whole damn family to ensure none o' them came looking for him." Marek nodded to this bit of information and truth. "Yeah, Vincent always was a bit high strung though. Not sure I've ever seen that man relax." "Relax?" Laughed Simon. "Ye' kidding? The man probably talks stern while in the toilet to get his crap ta' come out easier."
Marek gave pause, as did Simon as they looked at each other a moment. Then both started laughing at that comment.
"Yeah, you might be right Simon. You ever seen Vincent with a woman about the Hotel?" Inquired Marek as Simon shifted in his chair at the bar to get more comfortable. "With a woman? Man is so stubbornly stern having sex with him be' like doing it with one of them military drill sergeant folk. Oh, Robbert is looking to make a name for himself again. He lost the last contract he was offered to our Mr. Bentey." Marek perked a slender brow some. "Lost it?" Simon gave a nod of his head. "Aye. Contract was for him to take out this suite. Some business executive that made big profit in dealing slaves all over Rhydin with his sci fi ships and all. Our young Robbert set four bombs to take out this fellow when his armored car would bring him down a certain street, leading to where his airfield was." "Bombs didn't go off as planned?" Questioned Marek. Simon smirked again. "Oh, they went off all right. Just as he set them too. Except it was nae his target in the armored vehicle. Turns out it was the man's spoiled wife that he treasured like a Saint. So of course the man wanted to know who had done it and it wasn't nae long before our young would be Assassin Robbert had to leave for a while in the hopes things would settle down. Course, they didn't. So the one that put the contract out instead hired our smart dressed Mr. Bentey to complete the job. Robbert took two months planning his kill. Bentey? That English knob took less then three days to plan and take out the man in question. Precise that one is."
Marek shook his head gently. "Robbert is either too young for the line of work he wants to do, or he's just too stupid to realize he has a lot to learn. Have you seen Adele recently?" Simon gave a tilt of his head upwards some and ran his index finger and thumb from the top of his mustache downward at each side. "Aye. She just finished a job. Took out an entire Vampire Clan in the East for a contract that was offered to her. I hear she had help though, but just the same, she took them out. Modern technology has caught up with those foolish leeches. Ye' know she had one of them stealth drones hacked by a friend and the damn thing flew right over the mansion an' up and dropped it's bombs right on their home. As if that wasn't enough, she bought for no doubt a well price one of them torpedoes, ye' know the spaceship kind? Had that launched at the mess of the once standing mansion. Damn thing vaporized the whole area for nearly two miles out. Nothing left but ash. Hey, remind me to never piss Adele off 'eh?"
Marek smirked again but gave a nod of his head. "I'll do that, Simon. Have you seen Rupert around the Hotel lately?" Simon would shift his lips some as he thought about that one. Rupert was usually spotted pretty easily when about the Hotel. His signature black suit and red tie he always wore. Except when in disguise of course when working on a contract. "Aye, I have come to think of it. He checked in here other week, but nae' have seen him past four days or nights. I suspect he's working. Though if he's checked in, he'll be back no doubt sooner or later to take a break. If I see him about I'll let him know yer' looking for him, aye?" Marek nodded over at Simon. "Yeah, thanks." Simon gave a nod of his head.
"If you'll excuse me, I've some room service to order up for my suite from Lance." Simon perked a smile to his lips and slid from his chair move from the Club and for the front lobby area of the Hotel. "Watch your six, Simon." Said Marek after him. Simon turned partly with a smirk on his lips. "I'd prefer a lovely lass to be' doing that."