Bar Stools

[Wolfe Whitehorn]

He would smile as he looked to her, his eyes staring over her hands before they closed once more. A serene look crossing over his body before he let go of her neck, allowing her to have enough flow left within her to continue her activities for the day, though he still seemed wanting for more. This tended to be the downfall of drinking another's blood from the literal tap, it left you wanting more of the unique taste the body gave. Shaking his head to clear his mind immediately afterwards he would continue to cradle her in his arms, eyes scanning over the bar slowly again.  

[Amath Mortum]

"I would hardly call myself company," he replied slowly, his eyes never leaving Wolfe. As he bit the fledglings neck, Amath scowled as he turned his head, grabbing his blood filled cup and taking a long swig from it. Vampires drinking for their own kind was sickening to him, even if they were your underling. Thumbing the end of his katana Amath spoke. "So...,"  

[Wolfe Whitehorn]

As the rush of memories and thoughts from his recently bitten love left his mind Wolfe would tilt his head to the side and give the man a bit of a look before stepping back from his lover and walking out of the bar entirely, dissipating into the darkness outside of the bar, his presence still felt, but his body gone for now.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

A cold chill shook her body as he left his position behind her. "I hate it when it does this." she forlornly spoke as she let her eyes float around the bar trying with all her abilities to figure out where he was, assuming he was even there.  

[Iblisor]

Michael finally got around to reentering the bar. He walked through the door into what was apparently a tense atmosphere.

"Uh, did I miss something?"  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

Shrugging her shoulders lightly she looked over to Michael as he made his entrance. "Another ancient..." she said briefly as she moved to stand and head to the kitchen to see how her new cook was holding up.  

[Amath Mortum]

Shrugging at the fact that he was rudely dismissed, touched the blood filled cup, revealing the blood stone. Slipping it into his pocket, he gulped down the cup of blood before walking outside to get some fresh air.

((To PvP area))  

[Iblisor]

Michael walked over to Fayth, "so uh, you said there was a room I could use?"  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"Sure," she said quickly, thankful for a change of subject, "this way..." she murmured as she lead the man across the floor and to the hallway lined with doors. Tugging at the large Janitor Keyring on her hip she removed one of the keys with a blue guard on it and handed it to the man, catching the number on it as she did. 12. "Room twelve is yours. You and I will be the only ones with a key to your room so don't fret. And it's not much but it should be suitable for your needs." With that she used the matching key to unlock the door and reveal the small "hotel-like" setup.  

[Iblisor]

"Thanks." Michael said gratefully, "It's better than I've had in a long time. 'sides I'll probably spend a lot of time outdoors too, Be kind of hard to adjust to this again."

Michael stepped into the room, "Where's the washroom?," he queried, "I lost my water outside."  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

Smiling lightly she she walked forward into the kitchen/living room and turned left to enter the bedroom and made another left, opened the door to her left exposing the bathroom. "It only has a shower but it should be okay." she jabbered as she moved the plain curtain and exposed the small upright shower. Turning again she made to leave the room with a kind farewell to Michael and wished him well in his new "home".  

[Iblisor]

"Thank you very much for all of your kindness," Michael said as he walked back the door, "When did you want me to start?"  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"As soon as you want, I suppose." she said as she remarked about how dead the bar had been. Turning from the room she nodded at the man in regards to his thanks and returned to the main bar and awaited the nezt weird change of events.  

[Iblisor]

"I'd be happy to start tonight if you want" Michael replied. I need a little sleep right now though. It's been pretty exciting 'round here."  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"Not a problem were kinda 'dead' here, no pun intended." she said with a smile at her humor.