Bar Stools

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"It's open alright till I say it's time to go." she said casually as she turned to her half-eaten dinner.

OoC:: sorry I can't think of anything more to post, Wolfe wouldn't let me go t work because I got a fever that has thus far spiked at 103.4.  

[Amath Mortum]

"Well," Amath began as he set the cup down on the table before him. "That time has not been announced, so until then..."

(OoC: Technically, Vampires, yes even half ones, can't eat as their internal organs (heart and brain excluded) don't operate anymore, meaning that your stomach would only be able to hold so much before it's full, and then at that point, since your stomach no longer utilizes the acids within it, the food will simply rot...just throwing that out there._  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"Not yet, it hasn't," she said as her suspicions about him began to slowly come to light. "So, why did you choose to come here?" she asked again turning away from the chilling bowl.

OoC:...you just have to spoil it don't you?  

[Amath Mortum]

"I saw a sign about a clinic while I was injured," Amath stated after a moment. "Had I known about the service...," he trailed off coldly.

OoC: Yes. I get very detailed about my race. For instance, I have Acute Intermittent Prophyria, which is also more commonly referred to as the Vampires Disease, so yes. I get very technical.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

And I know more into what your saying than you may know but for the sake of the cook-in-training, I ate. Am isn't it Acute Intermittent Porphyria(AIP) that your looking for?

"Service?" she asked, "what about it?" Her question lingered in the air a bit before she turned back towards the kitchen listening for what her new cook was up to.  

[Amath Mortum]

"Twas horrible," he continued, as he looked casually at his extended claws. Though he could not actually see them, his senses allowed him to come incredibly close to having sight.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"Your not obligated to come here or stay." she said with a shrug as her slightly protruding fangs caught her lip. The slightest amount of blood dripped from it and onto her hand as she quickly turned tried to clean it up, her bloodlust quickly returning after an incomplete hunt. Sighing she reached over the bar and grabbed a bottle of blood. She popped the cork with relative ease and put it to her lips letting the smell fill her senses before letting it fill her mouth a time or two. With that out of the way she turned back to the stranger., "'sides how was I susposed to know what you were? I'm still new to all of this." she said pointing to the bottle she still held in her hand.  

[Amath Mortum]

"Perhaps you need proper training," Amath replied smoothly as he set his cup down on the table, allowing a slight thump to resonate throughout the empty bar.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"perhaps." she said as she tipped up the bottle again, hoping to drown out the image of her master leaving for another five or more years.  

[Amath Mortum]

As he sat there, the bright pupils of his eyes moved up and rested on her. "Hmmm," he noised quietly under his breath as he studied her.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

Raising one eyebrow she humorously asked, "What were you a vulture in another life?" noticing his watching her, catching her lip again in the process. This alone made her face return to it's reddened state, almost as much as causing her lip to bleed nearly every time she spoke. Her fangs were never something she had gotten used to.  

[Amath Mortum]

"I'm too old to have lived another life, short of being a part of Shaht," he replied causally, resting back in his chair.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

Rolling her eyes she turned back to the bottle, the old thing was beginning to loose it's luster. With a sigh she asked, "Just how old are you anyway?" she was indeed curious, she hadn't even found out her master's exact age. Compared to the two of them she was a child, the realization of this unsettled her as she tipped back the bottle again hoping to quell her lust at least for a time. Yet she knew if she killed off this bottle all that was left here was bloodwine, and alcohol was the last thing she needed now of all times.  

[Amath Mortum]

Scratching his chin, Amath took a moment to think just how old he really was. Finally, returning his gaze to her he spoke once more. "I estimate that both your master and I are...4.54 billion years old...estimating," he replied.