Xaer's God

Looks like the kitchen's in the back(going from the orientation of the previous post), bar's on the right of the building, and there's various tables and seating arrangements throughout the rest of the building. There's some windows on the front and left, but all are closed. Only entrances are at the front-right, by the parking lot, and the back, heading into the kitchen.

Tristan walks around a little bit longer, to see physically where all the doors and windows line up. after satisfied, he gets back into his car and drives back to his apartment to get a bit of sleep before meeting this guy to talk to him.

The windows don't really seem to have anything they line up with, just spaced every couple of feet to provide some sort of decoration for the dining area.

Lecroix Summer Residence - 9:15PM. Good nap, but now it's time to get to work.
(Heal 1 MP. Your MP is maxed out)

Tristan goes back to the privacy of his car, and begins to try to load up the coat with some molotovs. He loads them the best his can so that they are neither visible or going to make any clinking sounds when he moves. He fills his pockets with shells and leaves room for his shotgun. He wraps the chain over his shoulder and around his chest. It's more noticeable like that, but that way he can reach it faster then if it were tied around his belt. He then takes the flood light and puts it in the passenger seat and drives back to the bar.

The Unfortunately Named Dickies Bar And Grill(Part 2:The Movie:The Game), 9:30PM

Well, if Terth's info was right, you stand a chance of being early, but meh.

Tristan walks into the bar with the coat on his back, and everything else that means. Once inside he looks at the people around the establishment before choosing a seat.

A waiter person, slightly older than you(though noticably more rotund), comes up with a menu thing and booze list. "Can I get you anything?"
A few people are plastered at the bar, but the place is mostly empty.

"samuel adams." Tristan takes the menu and inspects the list of imitation foods this place has, while trying not to be obvious that he is scoping out the people working and eating here.

The waiter heads off to get your booze, giving you more opportunity to look around without being obvious.
The bartender's a beefy black guy, scuttling around behind the bar fetching whiskey for one of his boozed up patrons. There's 4 of them at the bar, one of which seems to be about to pass out. Good times.
The door to the kitchen is in the back, though you can't see into it. Also, there appears to be another door leading off to the left... some kind of private room? Or at least another dining area, you suspect. Still, the door's closed.

Tristan takes a quick look over the menu, and then tries to feel out if there is any magic in the area, particularly behind that door.

Ribs, Chicken Fried Steak, Burgers... you get the feeling there is nothing here that will not come with enough grease to give a crippled orphan a heart attack. Makes you hungry already.
Doesn't feel like any magic back there, though he could be there and just not using magic, who knows.

Tristan decides that if he can't get to his guy, he will have to make the guy come to him. Tristan begins by feeling out the cooking fires in the kitchen. Once he feels them, he tries to cause periodic bursts of flame in the kitchen.

You can feel a slight bit, but not much. Probably too far away to get a good feel, and you're a little worried that you might cause an explosion in midair rather than on the grill.

Tristan decides to watch the waiters while sitting at the table. while waiting for one to come take his order, he flicks his fingers under the table to make the occasional spark. He does not however, endanger the table.

The previous waiter comes back, bearing your booze. You got an order, or can he go back to slacking off?

Tristan hands him the menu back, "Ribs, well done." He waits for the waiter to leave. Once gone, he checks if anyone is looking and gets up to take a peek behind the mistery door.

They don't seem to really notice your moving about. The door is shut, but doesn't appear locked. You hear... talking on the other side? No, too rhythmic, someone's listening to music in there.

Tristan opens the door slightly, and peers in hoping he doesn't draw anyone's attention.

Inside is a private dining room of sorts. There's only one person inside, at a table against the far wall. Greasy brown hair, kinda lanky, though his eyes are creeping you out miserably: a bright yellow, with black where the whites should be. He's in a long grey fabric coat and jeans. There's a small stereo on the table next to him, playing an odd little song. He waves without looking up from his chips.

Music: not... only does his job but does it happily...

Tristan walks inside, shutting the door behind him and looking at the man. "I don't like being made to wait, you should have known I was here." He stands there in front of the door as though he has a purpose.

"True, I was wondering how long it'd take you to decide to come in, fireboy. So, what brings you here? Lonely?"

I'm the fear that keeps you awake... I'm the shadows on the wall...

Tristan smiles at the suggestion. "not lonely enough, if you catch my drift. I want the guys that went after my gang either gone or dead. While I could do that myself, it's... cleaner if I get help. First though I should ask, what do you know about them."

"Depends. First off, you seem to think I'm a killer for hire, and that's just adorable. Second, there are a lot of joyous people in town that kill, so how am I supposed to know which crowd you're talking about with a description like that?"

I'm the monsters they become... I'm the nightmare in your skull...

Tristan takes a step forward. "Hire? pff. wouldn't waste the money. besides, last I checked you did it for free. As for a description, I would have thought since you knew what happened you would have an idea." He pauses a moment and gives a small sigh, mumbling something about 'depressing really'. "They all carry Gold pocket watches as their little symbols."

"Well, try some perspective: you kill people, yet do you really wanna charge after some hunters without any reward? Same idea here, just because I'm a big bad monster doesn't mean I get to be your monster."
"That said, yeah... I could be persuaded to have some fun with them. Better start making better offers than 'because', though."

I'm a dagger in your back... an extra turn upon the rack...