Zachary followed just slightly behind, puffing away at the menthol hanging from his mouth while Astrid flagged down a cab. “You kiddin' me? Slow poke...I like to think I'm kinda fast, now.” The young pup laughed at the irony of the statement. After all, there was at least one thing he wasn't fast enough to avoid. He quickly sucked down the rest of the cigarette as the taxi pulled up close and flicked the butt off in the general direction of the nearest trash can, missing horribly. “I ain't gotta do this to much longer, you know. Nate left his bike here when he left, so I'm gonna guess it's mine...I just gotta figure out how to ride the damn thing first.” Laughing to himself a bit, Zack slid into the far side of the seat, giving Astrid room to get in, too.

“I've been in clubs before, just not for very long.” Zack responded generally, and it wasn't like it was a lie. He'd been in several different clubs, but found the loud music rather offensive to his ears...and this was before they became hyper-sensitive. Still, the less he talked about Nike to some of these people, the better. Sliding backwards a bit to get comfortable, the young man looked like he was going to say something else, but was stopped short by Astrid flicking him in the ear. “Hey!” He yelled back rather playfully, responding with a light punch to her shoulder. “...Meanie.” His face tried to hold a pouting look as best as it could, but he couldn't hold it for very long, bursting out with laughter again.

Knowing no restraint, Zack's laugh wasn't soft in any sense of the word. Hopefully, the taxi driver wouldn't get annoyed with the pup. “Yeah, you're not mean. And I ain't got a smokin' problem.” Of course, he was likewise playing, shooting her a wide grin. That was a good question, though...how would cigarettes affect him now that he was what he was? They wouldn't magically be good for him, sure, but maybe the ill affects of it wouldn't happen later on in life? There was only one way to find out, though, and Zack was already pulling out another one to stick behind his ear, waiting until they'd finally exit the club until he lit up again.

After pulling himself out of the taxi, Zack followed Astrid into the club, nodding at the man at the front counter on the way in. The music and lights from the club assaulted him as soon as the young man walked through the door, and he stayed there in the doorway letting his eyes and ears adjust. Getting used to all of his new powers was...difficult, to say the least. Once he was adjusted, he jogged forward, catching up with Astrid up to the bar. “Ehh...” Zack held back the urge to just snap right then. It's not like alcohol did anything to him anymore...one of the things that he missed from being human. “Wild Turkey. American Honey with ice, if you've got it.” Thankfully, the barkeep had at least one bottle on the shelf, and he eagerly took the glass from Astrid and began sipping on it. At least he could enjoy the taste of this straight without having to mix it with anything.

Lagging behind once again, the pup slid into the lounge behind Astrid, taking a seat in one of the couches across from her. “Well, besides the one day I worked at Seven Sins before shit hit the fan...no.” Finding a foot stool, Zack pulled it over and propped his feet up on it, leaning back in the couch to get comfortable. “I've been...kinda recovering since then, so finding a job has been pretty low on my priority list. But, the money's gonna start running low soon I wager, so I'll have to start looking again.” After actually realizing just who was asking, he raised an eyebrow at her. “...Why ya askin'?”

Shifting around a little more, Zack grinned over at Astrid. “Nope, not quite yet...” Finally, he slid down in the seat so that he was just short of laying down on the couch and stool, letting out a content sigh once he settled in place. “...Now I am. Thanks for askin'.” Once he was comfortable, Zack likewise took a small sip from the Wild Turkey, grabbing a chunk of ice and chewing on it while Astrid talked about the open positions.

“Really? That would be pretty damn sweet of you!” Within moments, Zack was back upright in his seat staring straight at her. Finally, something he could do with himself! “I mean, I don't want any sort of charity, but I do have experience as a bartender and janitor.. I'm willing to learn whatever it is you'd want me to do besides that, too.” It wouldn't be glorious work, but at least it'd be work. It couldn't feel any lower than selling whips and chains to sexual deviants, right? “Just as long as nobody gets cut up around here very often. I don't take to that kind of thing well anymore.”  Not paying much mind to the alcohol, the young man took another sip, but seemed more intent on chewing on the ice while he waited for her response.

“You kiddin'?” There was a seconds pause while Zackary swallowed down the chewed up ice lingering in his mouth. “I'd love the job! Might be just a wee bit rusty at the whole customer service thing, but I'll pick it back up soon enough. Just tell me when I start!” The 'cut up' bit was more of a joke than anything, but it was hard to tell with some of the establishments nowadays. Especially considering what he'd been through with Steven and Nike just a few nights before.

With a bright smile, Zack stood to return the handshake to Astrid, wanting to hug her more than anything. It was hard enough to hold back his strength on the handshake as it was. “This'll be twice that you're saving my ass. Really can't thank ya enough for it.” There was so much more that he wanted to say, but the words kept getting stuck in his throat. Why was it so damn hard for him to say anything about himself now? Hell with it, he thought, best to keep it short and simple.

“Sounds like a plan to me, and I can start here in the next couple days if you need me that soon. Nate left his bike for me too, so I can at least I can get here easy eno-” The thought was stopped short, Astrid catching him off guard with her push. Thinking quickly, he reached forward and grabbed a hold of her arm in an attempt to pull her onto the couch beside him. “I'm gettin' a bit to fast for that, hun!” He yelled, laughing.

A bright sparkle appeared in the corner of the pup's baby blue eyes. Inside, Zack tried not to get to excited, reminding himself of how his last job ended up. It didn't seem like this place was in any danger of folding anytime soon, though, so he let himself be a little more enthusiastic about it. “Sounds like a plan to me! Don't mind me if I'm a little rusty startin' out, but I'll work out the kinks in no time flat. I'm supposed to be fast as hell now, right?” Hopefully that would be the only new talent of his that would have to be put into good use.

Well this certainly wasn't exactly how he thought this would turn out! A small, embarrassed smile spread across his face, and Zachary started to laugh at the situation. Astrid was a nice girl, someone that Zack might have tried to take a little further under different, more normal circumstances. As he was, though, he simply released his grip on her and pushed her off lightly onto the couch. “Lets...keep this professional, huh darlin'?”