This was by far one of the...stranger places he had ever been. He'd known this was a vampire bar, everybody knew that. He simply hadn't expected the underground bunker beneath it or...whatever this place was supposed to be. It made sense to some extent, he supposed. The vampires had to sleep somewhere and yet hadn't even one of them considered the fact he was going to need some kind of access? Hmmm. Why was he even surprised? No one ever thought about the repairman. So unappreciated. Whatever was going on with Slenderman and Harley however was another matter entirely. Harley, he was mostly sure, seemed to be some sort of....assistant manager maybe. In the very least she seemed more in control then the abnormally pale vampire who he could only presume was one of the staff. Although what exactly that guy did remained to be seen beyond attempting to lead him into a basement that apparently didn't hold the utility room. He didn't get paid enough for this. Who in the hell was Darcy? The owner? Was his name supposed to be some kind of threat Ruben was supposed to listen too? Sly's head shook ever so slightly as that exchange in front of him continued before Harley, at last, turned to face him with the insistence that she knew where the utility room was. Maybe. Sly felt one blue eye raise dubiously as he eyed the young woman who was equally content to admit this place was a maze she didn't know how to navigate all that well. Good. This was going so well. The young warlock's lips parted to speak once more only for Ruben to suddenly step forward and begin sniffing at Harley's hair.

Sly's own features shifted into a look of disdain. Harley, for her part, seemed to have almost...expected that very thing to happen as she near tiredly asked whether or not the vampire was doing exactly that. Sly's head nodded in simple conformation before a frown tugged at his features. He was hardly the sort of man inclined to 'rescue' women around him. Hell, most women these days were entirely capable of taking care of themselves and yet this Ruben was pretty damn far over the line. Sly's very insistence that Ruben fucking stop sniffing womens hair was met with a sudden hiss from the offending vampire. Ruben, this time, flashing those pointed fangs as he whirled toward the warlock in a blur. The sheer suddenness of that movement, coupled with that feral hiss prompted a yelp of surprise from the young warlock as Sly stumbled hurriedly backward and into the wall. He'd seen vampires before, he'd talked to the occasional one in passing but beyond that he was hardly familiar with them. He'd damn well never been hissed at by one. His hand lifted automatically, that gesture purely instinctive in some effort to ward the vampire off as Ruben only stepped towards him. Sly's magic, this time, equally quick to respond as those flames all but sparked from his fingertips in warning. The sudden rush of heat and light seemingly enough, this time, to send Ruben backward. Vampires, after all, were rarely inclined to like fire. A final hiss of disdain was spat in Sly's direction before Ruben simply began to...fade. The vampire rapidly seemingly melted into mist. That fog disappeared as quickly as it had come. Taking Ruben along with it as Sly was merely left staring at the empty space he had been. Well fuck.

Harley, for her part, seemed to recoil from that mist just as quickly. The woman exclaiming she'd hardly know he could do that. For a manager she didn't seem to know a damn lot about her employees. Maybe he didn't manner. Sly was damn well over this, all of it. One hand lifted to rake through his blond hair in a subtle sign of stress before Sly managed to push himself off the wall. The sooner he got the fuck out of here the better. Ideally before that...fog man came back. That nervousness that all but clawed at him was content to manifest as irritation. Sly's words were nothing short of sharp as he insisted he was damn well leaving. He wanted off Harley's supposed tour bus. The warlock, for now, wholly oblivious to Harley's own desires to keep him there. All he needed was someone to point him in the direction of the exit. Harley's arms folded across her chest, the woman abruptly lent agianst the nearest wall with a thud as Sly merely eyed her. The warlock, for the first time, noting the striking violet hue of her gaze. That was quite....pretty. Still, she hardly seemed as if she was about to show him the stairs back up to the main room he'd come from. Maybe she didn't know how the hell to get out either. Maybe she'd been lost down her so fucking long they'djust adopted her as a manager. Sly's lips quirked slightly at his own internal musing. His utterance that she probably had a harassment case agianst Ruben, in the very least, was met with a scoff and the mention of this Darcy person again- before she accused him of getting his flame on. Sly's own features formed a frown as his arms crossed over his own chest.

"At least I got rid of him. It's more than you did."

Sly's shoulders rose in a loose shrug. The warlock, with arms folded, content to face the woman who lent agianst the wall in nearly the same position. How very similar they appeared in that instance was so momentarily lost upon the man. Each of them content to eye the other. At least until Harley insisted he was free to show himself out. The dark haired woman apparently rescinded her offer for help. She could fix that air conditioner herself, apparently. With the help of a youtube video- or ten. A soft scoff left Sy's own lips in that moment and yet he hardly made any effort to argue. At least until she claimed he'd almost looked tough. As if she was trying to goad him into staying. Sly's lips parted once more and yet Harley was clearly hardly finished as she admitted she hadn't seen a vampire run like that before. His flames, she suggested, would likely keep him safe- if he could find his own way out and avoid vampires and tigers alike. That wariness so hardly left the young warlock's gaze as Harley lent off that wall. The woman insisting he'd already tried and failed at navigating the apparent death trap maze that was this place- all because he'd been lacking what he needed most. Harley strode forward then, her side brushing agianst him as she moved. She did have a nice figure, he could hardly deny that. Had he been anywhere else he might have even considered asking her out for a drink and yet for the moment at least Sly was far more intrigued by her little speech. That final word uttered as she looked almost casually over her shoulder. He'd been missing her apparently. Well that had more flair then he'd been expecting.

A silence of sorts seemed to settle between the pair then as Sly's blue gaze shifted from Harley to the corridor around him. The woman obviously knew her way around here...to an extent- and yet even she'd admitted she had no idea where the utility room was. Not that it mattered now. He damn well wasn't fixing anything in this place. Still, what if she was actually working with these vampires? What if she wanted to just lead him down some other godforsaken corridor? He'd survived in life this long on his own. He'd manage this somehow.

"No offense, Harley- but I'll take my chances. Good luck with...whatever this is though."

Whatever she'd gotten herself involved in was her damn business. He had enough problems without adding hers to the list. Sly moved to step forward then, the warlock brushing past the young woman before heading down the nearest corridor. He just had to retrace his steps and find his way back up. He'd deal with that locked front door when he got to it. The tiger she mentioned had probably been the ginger cat that had let him in to begin with. Sly's hands tucked into his jeans pocket, the blond determinedly marching onward and yet that corridor just seemed to keep going. Several other corridors sprouted off it, his way blocked more than once by a silver door that needed some sort of swipe card. He hadn't passed this many doors coming down had he? A soft sigh of exasperation left him then, Sly walking faster as he picked another corridor. He needed stairs that went up. They had to damn well exist. He'd come down them after all. Maybe it was this way. Sly turned down yet another hallway, his path, this time, near instantly blocked by another door. Shit. The sudden sound of a scream echoing from behind it however prompted the warlock to freeze. That sound was...bloodcurdling. Enough to coax the colour to drain from his face as his heartbeat seemed to accelerate suddenly.

"What in the fuck."

Those words were very near a whisper uttered to himself. The door ahead of him suddenly flashing green as someone swiped a card from the other side. The silver door slowly began to open. How little he desired to discover who was behind that. Sly nearly whirled in place, the warlock breaking into a sudden sprint as he all but bolted back down the hallway now. Had he come this way? Shit. Where was he going now? Sly whirled around a final corner, the warlock suddenly faced with a large set of elaborate double doors. Did these lead outside? Sly strode almost slowly forward then, the warlock certain he could feel his heart in his throat as his hand reached for the elaborate door handle. A sudden -crash- from behind prompted him to whirl once more. That corridor was empty and dark as it had been before. Nothing. He turned back toward that door, only to find himself near face to face with another man. Another yelp of alarm escaped him as he stumbled backwards. There hadn't been anyone in that corridor a moment ago, let alone anyone in front of the door. You do not, I think, want to go in here, mon amie. This place was like a fucking house of horrors. The warlock near whirled in place once more. Sly, launching back into another sprint as he tore back down that hallway and around the corner. The warlock, this time, all but blundering through the dark before colliding solidly with someone else. The pair of them, this time, crashing to the ground in a flail of limbs.

"Harley!?"

That he'd run exactly back to where he's started was abruptly evident. Sly's gaze shifted downward to the woman he'd all but ended up on top of. Harley, for her part, hardly looked thrilled to be pinned beneath him. The near pant to his breath gave away just how much running he'd been doing as he attempted to catch his breath and compose himself to some extent. His gaze meeting her own as he eyed her beneath him.

"I've...er....re-considered your offer. Maybe you should show me how to get out. I think I took a wrong turn. Somewhere. On the way to hell."

sly.