[Evil Tink]

Solomon started at him blankly as Holden spoke, as if he wasn't listening. "No, not at all Holden. I don't mind it at all, in fact, I prefer if things didn't draw on. No offense." He took another long drag from the cigarette, then quickly smashed it in the ash tray, as it was nearly gone anyway. With a sigh, he stood, holding his hand out to Holden, "Well then, shall we be off? I've already payed.."

Solomon quickly looked over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Now what does she want.." he muttered softly, looking back to Holden, "Excuse me." He let out an irritated grunt as he hurried cross the street to a dark haired woman.

The two obviously disliked each other, that much was apparent by how they stood near each other. Solomon had his arms crossed over his chest and the woman's hands were on her hips. The two talked for only a few moments before Solomon was storming back over to Holden. "Women.."