Melissa had been building up to this for awhile. Haven had helped her get FDA approval to put her brand on the shelf's, she had spent much of the past few months heavily advertising and talking with former suppliers she knew from her own bar and from Sam's. Some nights she had barely slept going from meeting to meeting and making all of the product took a decent amount of time as well as did making the equipment to make it look legit to the athoraties. That had always been her biggest fear anyway. They had the chance to shut her down if they found that much of her product was made by her swimming in the product. On the bright side she had become a very strong swimmer as well.

The event had been scheduled all day and security was at each entrance into the building to check ID as well as control any who got to out of control, the last thing she wanted was to get busted for serving under age or be shut down for an out of control brawl by people who just could not hold their liquor. She hoped it would not be an issue but had been in the bar business long enough to expect it to happen.

Within the building, an old hotel Haven had bought at some point their were various stations looking like small bar's with bartenders behind each, serving different types of the brand. All of it was high shelf liqueur in various flavors, including strawberry, apple and cherry and more as well as some that had higher alcohol content and less flavor for the heavy booze hounds.

It felt a bit weird not to be behind the bar for this, but she had been told and had agreed that it would be better for her to go around and mix into various groups to promote the brand and try to get it into more liqueur stores and eventually out of state as well. It was her dream evolved much as her power had evolved her. Another point she and Haven had agreed on was using some of the eventual products to help aide mutant kind as well as letting Haven get a small cut as well to help their own pro mutant operations.

She stood in the main lobby drinking a strawberry colored drink that only resembled her actual booze, it was really flavored water but she wanted to give the illusion she was enjoying her own brand without being wasted before noon. They had opened at 8am the earliest they legally could and while so far it had been a bit slow that was to be expected a few hours til noon. Xilx herself wore, dress pants and a white silk top, her hair in a tight bun and her nails a deep blue, she wanted to stand out for this after all and be easily identifiable. She could not help but smile. They were even serving some light food to help people stomachs get ready for the day and most of the liquer was half off to help promote the brand.

You'd be hard pressed to miss an arrival like his. The vehicle (Listed in my sheet) was nothing short of captivating and attention grabbing and the 7' monolith of a man emerging from it wasn't to shabby himself. He loved these things, quite simply because he loved liquor. Not just to drink but to indulge in and be in the know. As a craftsman himself he could appreciate the time and dedication these things took and so, when able, and allowed he indulged in the celebrations and fanfare surrounding them. He'd depress the button on his car and it was left to be parked right in front of the establishment and for reasons that he wouldn't need to elaborate on----it wouldn't be touched or bothered by local police or anyone. When you know better you know better. For now his presence was all that needed to be focused on. A wonderfully constructed obelisk of a man clad in a 3pc Armani Suit tailored for one of his dimensions. Italian, 3 buttons, simple, Black slacks and jacket, black designer shirt and a black tie. No cufflinks or jewelry to be seen in or around his persons save for the Automars Piguet watch on his left wrist. Each step was heralded by an audible click of the red bottom shoes he wore while ascending the stairs and entering through the front doors and into the lobby where he'd indulge in the scent of this place. He could smell it....literally, the quality. Heightened senses had it's uses and today at this moment he enjoyed being barraged by a symphony of scents and spices and proper flavoring. 3 steps into the place he'd scrutinize the place, more so the lobby until his eyes rested on another, who like him, stood out. 

If she was aspiring for being easily identifiable then she had succeeded, and the closer he got to her the more and more confident that he was correct in assuming that she was in fact someone of interest or even the person who put this together, a deep voice leaping forward from the lips on the bald and big bearded man with crimson eyes that even in the daylight seemed to glow like jewels from the pits of hell itself. Slowly his left hand would extend out to her, as if to request she accompany him and his words, when spoken would make quick work of any defensiveness or apprehensions she'd have in doing so. "I ask myself who do I need to see when I get here so that I can be quick about executing a decision ive made long before I even got here. "---By this time he'd have already walked to within arms length, towering the woman and smiling. "Being here to buy a vast amount of this product, that's easy, go for the person as well dressed as myself and NOT getting drunk off what's being sold, and well...here you are." How'd he know? Simple...her appearance and attire for one. Isolated from the rest, simply standing around and observing the comings and goings, that's another. The cherry on top? That only his elevated senses could pick up on? Her cup...a simple flavored drink devoid of any alcohol at all. She was probably the only person in here doing her best to stay sober. "Well? Shall we?" He kindly asked turning his extended hand into an extended elbow so that he might be accompanied by this beautiful woman. 

Things had been successful so far and Melissa was proud of what had happened so far, she had already made a deal with a few destributers and even a few direct sales to local liqueur stores in the area. She had been afraid that elevating to selling liqueur like this and not in the bar would mean she would not get to talk with people, however it almost seemed like she talked with more people now then she had before. What had really changed was who she was talking with, most people who had come had been two verity's, people dressed in nice suits and the locals looking for a bottle and a free sample. She once again was grateful for all of Havens help, they had cleared much of the legal parts of the brand, even had trademarked it for her.

She looked away from a conversation to see a wall of a man approaching her way. The crimson eyes however drew her eyes right away. A mutant, she noted to herself with interest. She had heard of mystics but still had almost no knowledge of them. She moved her hand to push a few stray locks behind her and then took his offered hand, her hand feeling like it was in a cavern in his. She could not fault his logic either in thatm she had taken a shot or two through the day, but her tolerances were so high from her power, she would of had to drink a few bottles of her own stock to get buzzed.

Mentally she questioned how much the man considered vast and hoped given his apparent taste in suits, it meant this night was going to be more successful then she thought. She took his arm at the elbow and waived off a security guard as she let the large dark skinned man lead her. Believing he was a mutant had helped with that as well. She would take money from anyone of course, that was just good business sense but she did prefer mutant kind to humans.

"Your observant, well dressed and have my attention. I am Ms, Xilx, though Melissa is fine and you are?" she asked as they walked, she was unuse to the gentlemanly charm the man seemed to display, bar rats tended to be low on that or at least those she dealt with but this man was clearly no bar rat, at least not a broke one, and that really was the important part. "I could tell you all about how this stuff's made, about each of the flavors or even why it's named what it is. Im guessing those are not the reason for this private walk?" she inquired still happy enough to let him lead unless he asked to go to certain area then she would guide him.

"You'd be guessing correct. Im an optimist and I've got great intent, long term, those are things I can learn over the course of evening after these people and this event have served their purpose and passed on. I still intend to be here, for as long as you'll have me."  He kept his stride within reason, he was in no rush to be away from her side or anywhere else. He had no aim or destination. He had no place to be or a time to be there, no, this woman had captivated him and at the moment he stood with her on his arm the world paused and time stood still. He was hers..there was no better place to be. They'd proceed through the event, past presentations, slowly, gradually, and aspire for their conversation to carry the status of their relationship both business and personal into a greater elevation by the time things had concluded. He'd have snagged a glass from a passing tender, inhaling the aroma through his nostrils which were gateways to heightened senses connected to a sharp mind capable of identifying and quantifying what he was sampling with unnerving accuracy. "Flavored wonderfully, no after-taste, good potency. Produced by your own diligence, diligence from a captivating and absolutely gorgeous wonder of the world. I wish to show my interest by showing my support. First by purchasing a large order for personal use. On occasion I throw and host events, attend  others, provide sponsorships and entertain the likes of Philanthropist, Senators, Judges. All who like their goody bags and percs and what have you. I'd say a 2-Million dollar purchase will be enough for me to make sure your product sits besides others in those goody bags. I'd say it would make this event more successful then you intended, making you feel the need to ease up enough to celebrate....and I be the one you celebrate with."

The money meant absolutely nothing. Romulus was paid vast sums of money in both his line of work. Stock investments, Crypto currency, business ownership, manufacturing deals and patents and sponsorship contracts kept his pockets lined and his financial freedoms WIDE and ranged. The 2 million meant absolutely nothing to him in the grand scope of what it meant to support and invest in someone and believe in what they were capable of, especially when you TRULY TRULY appreciated their gift. One could say he loved someone capable of "Creating" anything that much, one could also he REALLY Loved alcohol as well. Both would be true. There was a certain aura about him, a command of the room. Not due to just his size and appearance but the confidence that was there. He served up a Tsunami of swagger, not spawned from arrogance but simply due to his recognition of the prize he sought, and that prize would get nothing less then the BEST he had to offer, his BEST foot forward and his absolute BEST impression. 

"What say you to both proposals luv?" He intended on leaving here with a shit ton of booze, and The Babe of Babes, who would be shown quite the time and what it meant to be truly adored and cherished by a gentleman if she indulged.

Two Million Dollars? The number almost did not seem real, Like millions had been a word he had just invented. It certainly took her breath away and she was glad she had not been drinking when he said it, she have choked. She had vastly under estimated this giant of a man. He had obviously had money but to spend that much on a brand new liqueur product. Well who was she to say no, it would mean considerably more time creating the liqueur but that money would be worth it. Her parents would certainly shut up then, maybe she would even give them the collage money back. You'l have to have your people talk with mine for an order that large but it can be done" she said handing him a business card, not at all trying to keep the stunned tone out of her voice. Her bank account was currently under five grand, even after havens cut she could retire. Not that Melissa at all thought herself capable of retiring. "You would be right in saying it makes this more successful then i had thought" she agreed her mind catching up to her racing thoughts.

"I think we could celebrate, i'll warn ya though i can hold my liqueur" she said with a smile. She could to as despite her size, her power also had the effect of making it very hard to actually get drunk. Hard to believe less then a year prior she had been challenging people to drinking contests for $50-$100. "You have money and influence then, impressive. I was a bar owner before this" she mentioned though it seemd small compared to what was next to her. She pulled her mind out on considering investments that could be made.

She wonderd who this guy was and hoped the money legitimate. But that was what haven was for. "Anywhere you wanna go?" she asked sweetly.

while she spoke he simply listened,, something that he was finding out that he could do with her better then he could with most.The sound of her voice was plesant, her tone wee welcomed and he found them to be inviting, a blissful introduction to one word after another and another. he revealed her past business experiences, and that she was open to celebration and to no surprise, a drinker. They had so much in common, and he'd only relinquish her of his arm so that he could  briefly thumb through his phone, where he would briefly mke it known to her, "Thankfully im  solo act, I have no people to contact our people, it all starts and stops with me..." 

He'd had spent idle moments listening to  confirmation, automated and had snagged the pen out of the shirt pocket of a passing waiter while writing  at 17 digit numer down on a napkin and then presented it to her before clicking the pen and settting it on the tray of another random passing waiter. "The money is sitting in that escrow account, password protcted, that pssword..."Romulus Stone"...my name, which i may have in my own haste and amzement by you i forgot to give you. You'll find that i say what i mean and i always mean what i say and most importantly, my actions will always speak as or louder then my words.."

He'd look around, stepping back and crossing his arms while admiring the presentation before him that asked where did he want to go, at first he responded, "Well i should be asking you, it's you we are celebraing right?" He'd have chuckled a bit before running his hand down along the length of his beard ith several things now coming into mind, some of it even illegal, he chuckled. "Settle your affairs here m'ldy, then  meeet me out front, i'll be a the car waiting on your arrival.....miss?"  Finally, asking her name.