The Dead Don't Drink [Forsyth]

[Solene]

Hazel eyes, lit with annoyance, flicked between the brooding human patron and high-definition ghost who, when following her around the bar hadn’t worked, sat himself in the free seat. Solene often wondered what kind of system dictated which ghosts were better seen, but with as new as the curse was, she tried not to think about it too much… especially when they looked real enough to startle her. If he hadn’t been bleeding from the head and stomach, it would have taken walking through him for her to realize he was already long gone from the physical realm… but ****, could he talk. Between the two of them and their sob stories about non-existent women and Canadian mini-wars, her patience was being sucked dry.

The end of her shift had come and gone, but as normal, she worked until Belle was off. It was partially to keep her company, yes, but it also fed her workaholic tendencies. A couple long shifts a week barely took the edge off and since Lex and Katya seemed to like it better when she worked more than what she was scheduled for, it kept everyone happy. There was also the perk of it being a good meeting place for anyone who could stomach a gentleman’s club. Tonight, that’s what kept her behind the bar instead of working on the books- New blood.

The newest socially inclined Grigori had been invited to mingle- he had, after all, initiated conversation and Solene knew that if the bloodline didn’t rob you of your hermit like inclinations, that they would make like squatters and stick with you forever. It wasn’t a duty or obligation (she’d never pass it off as one either) but it was definitely out of her comfort zone. Working until he arrived would be entirely necessary, even if it meant boxing some ears.

[Forsyth (DELETED 6007)]

Wandering is all he did, exploring, memorizing. He was still new, only about two months or so, but he wasn't completely familiar with anything. It wasn't a big of a city as New York was, but he continued to try and learn. He would go to shops, trying to figure out weapons, gear, he wasn't really familiar with using weapons. He was one who never believed in harming human's, or animals. Which gave him an issue with feeding or killing for blood. Not only was he exploring, he was attempting to get to know the family. More so to please, Aliyah, but he knew he should sooner or later.

He ran into a few family, some distant in the line, but they still were considered family. Did they call it family? This whole vampirism threw him off, it still hasn't sunk in that all this was real. That he was one, a vampire. He he had some type of bloodline. He gazed at his phone, sending a quick message before he shut off his phone. He was going to meet Solene, they contacted, but never officially met face to face. He nearly got lost on the way to the bar that he would meet her at, mistakingly getting into a few bars and sitting there waiting. But he finally came upon the right bar, hopefully.

He entered into the bar quietly and stood back by the door. He found a woman behind the bar, not technically knowing if it was her or not. He went up and leaned against the counter, a half smile on his lips. "Is Solene around, working?" He raised an eyebrow curiously. Hopefully he was at the right place.

[Solene]

The agitation wore away enough for her to loosen her grip on the bottle of rum the drunken patron was halfway through when she saw the uncertain little grin on the new face. She simpered at his approach, he could have been earlier, but at least his timing would gift the two whiners a few more hours without injury.
She pulled a clouded bottle full of dark liquid- much darker than would pass for whiskey- out from under the bar and slid it over to him.

“This guy,” she started, gaze level on the visible drunk, “owes you a drink. You must be Forsyth.”

Solene didn’t bother with an introduction- wouldn’t be necessary, after all, once she tossed the keys to the scheduled bartend and nodded to her preemptively chosen corner table. The blonde then poured the same dark liquid into a black martini glass and led the way. Once she was seated, she surveyed him again to be sure he wasn’t a dead give away of new immortality (if only to save her explanation time) before she spoke again.
“Nice to finally put a face to the texts. How’s Harper Rock treating you so far? Or…” she paused, having to remind herself that some people are actually from Harper Rock “are you from here?”

[Forsyth (DELETED 6007)]

His head tilted back and his brows rose, a smile cracking at his lips. He wasn't so sure if he could drink whatever so called liquid was in the bottle, but for now- out of politeness -he took it in his grip and nodded with thanks. "I am Forsyth. And I do take it now that you are Solene." He replied with a low chuckle. He took her lead behind and followed her to the spot she was headed to.

When they both took a seat he leaned back, his grey orbs wandering across the new scenery of a bar he had yet to go into. Being still new, he knew that there were many places to discover, to learn about. But for now he would lay on low key while he gets use to such a switch of a so called 'life'. Her words caught his attention again and he nodded, a hand sliding through his hair. "So it is. And no, I'm not from around here. I'm originally from New York. I was passing through here with business travel. But, ended up getting stuck here." His tongue flicked along his lips with his eyebrows creasing. Stuck? Maybe that word wasn't proper to use. He choose to stay here, he had an option to return home.

"So far. So good. I am still learning the ways to go about." He shrugged a shoulder and lifted his gaze back over to her. "But, I do take it you have been here for a while, yes?"

[Solene]

A defined brow arched as she took a sip of what was listed as le claret - it was blood, of course, as were the contents of his bottle. She let the drink sit on her tongue, mulling over her thoughts, as he went on.
Solene sat for a moment too long after his question, staring off into the distance. His profile wasn’t entirely unbelievable- manners were implied and not obvious, he was scruffy enough, and he looked weathered… but he didn’t speak like he’d ever stepped foot in the city. The state, she could see… North. Far enough North to practically be Canada, but who was she to judge? She was born with a stick up her *** and her nose in the air.

“New York, huh? Me too. The city or the parts no-one talks about?” She took another sip and went on, not waiting for him to answer.
“Business in Harper Rock tends to be messy by nature. I mean,” she gave a short laugh, looking out on the club as if it were a sky view of the entire city, “if you had enough **** luck to be importing bread, then I’m sorry, but I haven’t met a single innocent delivery boy who has landed his happy *** in Harper Rock yet…” The blonde smirked and slid her drink to the side. “Especially not without a way out. How’d you get stuck?”

The girl bit her lip and chuckled, giving him a few minutes to answer and maybe taste his ‘beer’ before she answered his question.
“I’ve been here for a few years… against my will, rest assured, but its better that way. Has kept me on my feet at the very least.”