the human sat in a back booth stroking a hobbys head. The bird was for sale and so he was waiting for someone to come and by him.

Howy the hobby stood on the table clicking his beak.

A tall young man entered the club in search of a few alcoholic drinks. His eyes searching the club for a bar, but his eyes didn't spy one. Grunting under his breath he turned to leave, but the sight of a hobby in the back of the club caught his attention. His dark eyebrow rose for a second before asian like eyes shifted to the door, and then back to the back of the room. Green irises quivered for a moment, letting his pupils dialate and adjust to the low lighting before he moved over to the man and the bird. Calling over the roaring crowd. "how do you keep him so calm?" He tried to keep the sentence short in fear of screwing up conversation. Looking at the hobby, but he didn't dare pet it-yet.

The human sat up as he spied the man eyeing the hobby.He smiled when the man asked him.I raised him, I always braught him to situations he might need to be use to when he was young and i just talk to him and stroke him.He loves humans more then his own kindHe said

Howy took flight and soard toward dark and attemtped to land on his shoulder and if he succedded he then attempted to nip him lightly.

The younger man stepped back in surprise as the bird launched at him. Lifting up his arm as almost an instinct to let the bird land, then he felt the light nips "Woah... woah." he smiled an chuckled lightly. "Friendly fella," He spoke to the bird and attempted to stroke him gently on the head.

Emerald green eyes soon looked toward the man and again another question. "Why would you have him here? Is he for sale?" He wouldn't beat around the bush, he liked the bird. But, oh how his brothers would kill him when he got home. He sighed at the thought, but soon inhaled a dominant breath, he wouldn't let it bother him. He would buy the bird if available.

He watched and smiled and then nodded.Sadly yes I can no longer afford him he is going for 200 dollars no lessHe said.it seems like he likes you his name is Howy

Howy closed his eyes and pushed his head into the mans hands.

Dark watched the man before looking the bird over. With a soft sigh he fumbled through his pocket for the cash he always kept on him. “200 you say?” He asked as he counted out the bills. The money that ruled his hand were mostly twenties, but some fifties and even one hundred dollar bills could be seen amongst the mess of wad. Some of it was rather dirty; some of it was rather clean and new. Dark, however, would never disclose his secret fighting life with any who never fought. It was a tradition for him, as well as a profession and a hobby. It was how he made money, but this man didn’t need to know, even though Howy would soon find out what it was like to be down in a dark basement with screaming dogs.

“140, 160, 180… $200 here for you sir.” He took the bills and straightened them out before handing them to the owner of Howy; well, the old owner of Howy. After the payment he rolled up his collection of bills and shoved it back into his pocket. Looking at the bird and gently caressing him under the chin. Eyes shifting to the man as he turned his back to him, “Howy will have a good home, I assure you.” He said with a sincere smile. Although the dogs were not so lucky at their ‘humble’ abode, the bird would be used little for entertainment, but possibly as a 'watch bird’ for any strangers passing by the property.

The tall and skinny young man turned and took a few steps before stopping. There was a small palm-to-forehead moment before turning back around to walk up to the man. A dumbfounded expression had branded itself into his face as he tried to chuckle it away. “Um, any training before I take my first bird? How do I make him fly and come back to me? And what all do I need to know about him?” He once again spoke over the crowd, trying to keep his loud trap away from the birds sensitive ears. He didn’t want to damage anything on the creature before he took home his new pet.

He smiled and took the money and then watched.To make him fly just hold your arm up and then make a throwing motion and he should take flight. To call him back to you either have a piece of meat in your hand or put your left hand straight up and have your right arm ready for him to land. He prefers rats and mice but will eat lizard and pieces of dog

howy lifted his head to sky.

Dark nodded to the man and turned around, "Pieces of dog?..." The boy cringed a bit at the thought, wondering if the man fought dogs as well or something. "You are a strange bird to eat canine." He commented before exiting the building and heading toward the ranch.