Apocalypse Northwest

[Merlin the Tuna]

Flint Ironstag

"I've done a couple a rescues in my time, but I don't think any of them'll be worth as much as the girl I save from having to spend a night with that friend of yours," Flint whispers to Colorado. Of course, given the amount of noise, it's more of a slightly-quieter-than-everything-else yell.

His eyes drift back and forth between the women, his drink, and his goblin of a companion for a while, taking entirely too long to notice the man in red's presence. "The leather, fine. A man needs his protection these days. But the animal... that looks like trouble brewing," he actually whispers to himself. The officer finishes off his drink in a hurry, drops his glass, and fastens the bottom of his camo jacket -- enough to hide his washboard-like trunk, but not nearly enough to hide the fact that he looks like he was born on Mount Olympus. He bites his lip as he tracks his new friend Kurt, with whom he shared an apparently nondescript but probably quite enjoyable dinner.

Spot Check: 6+4=10