Viking Life, blood , mead,

[Runi (DELETED 9597)]

The Handle Bar was was rowdy that night with cool metal band playing and everyone having a good time. Most everyone. Beer was flowing and men were chasing woman and bragging about how bad *** they were. The place was mostly full and people were have great time.

Runi on the other hand was horrible mood pissed want fight or drink the night a way. The big brute at 6'1 set at the bar with his black 50 style leather jacket with " Odin's Son on the back". His green eyes seem to tremble with rage. He been traveling with some metal band when they all got drunk got into one hell of a fight. He put two in the hospital and and almost broke the drummer hands. So they kicked him out of the group. With 500 in cold cash in his pocket and 2000 in the bank, he was pissed and did not give a ***** about any thing.

Runi walked in set down as the bar, ordered 3 beers them knocked back 3 beers like the were shots. Then reached down and garbed his quart size drinking horn that was up to his belt. He looked up at the bartender holding it out, he was in a Viking kinda mood tonight. with his other hand he dropped 200 on the bar" Tell me when passed it".

As he waited for a bartender to fill up his drinking horn his eyes still fluttered with rage, all he wanted to do was smash something smash into the point that it was obliterated to nothing but dust.

[Clover]

She didn’t know why she went back there. Correction, she knew exactly why she went back there. Sometimes, people came back. That’s what she told herself, every single time she found herself standing outside of the bar. Vampires came back. Maybe Jesse had given up. Maybe Kenny had given up. Maybe some part of Clover had given up. But a hopeful portion remained, the same portion that told her June could come back, that humans weren’t necessarily gone.

Hope became a disease, and she fell victim to it every single time.

When she entered the joint, when her feet passed the threshold and she took in the smoky interior, she inhaled deeply and found comfort in familiarity. She wandered over to the bar and took a seat there, but she passed up the bartender’s offer of a drink. She did have a good bit of money buried in the pockets of her black skinny jeans and in the pockets of her leather jacket, but she couldn’t consume human food or drinks. When the man at the other end of the bar held out a horn to be filled with beer, Clo called the bartender back over. “I’m covering his tab. All of it.” The bartender hesitated, caught between returning the man’s money or not. Eventually, he went back over to the nameless man to try and return the two-hundred dollars.

[Runi (DELETED 9597)]

Runi turned his head to the side looking at the bartender looking down at his money and they don't give away beer and mead for free. " who?" which through his aggravated rage into an absolute confusion. hhe was quite angry a few seconds ago and now he was completely bewildered and confused. When the bartender pointed down the bar his eyes quickly followed his glance.

He thought it would be one of those weird gay bikers, and he apparently went to the wrong bar what he expected. But that was definitely not the case. was beautiful and was dressed like she knew what she was doing and she wasn't afraid to be in a bar like this. The type that most likely would kick you in the balls and a lot worse if you mess with her and she wasn't afraid of a fight.

He slowly stood himself up in his hundred dollar bill back in his pocket and making his way down the bar, and sitting down beside her. " There's only two reasons, never mind make that three that a woman normally does that. She's going to con you in killing her husband or boyfriend, she has a proposition she figured she can trick you into that most likely you would probably do anyway with the right incentive. Third she plans on taking you home and that's always a questionable end because that one can lead back to the set first."

He finished his off what was in his horn and waits. most people would say thank you ask her name and tell them about themselves figuring they were probably going to get lucky. That he was the type of guy that was always on guard everyone had an angle and they were always working.

[Clover]

Clo heard him leave his seat and watched him from the corner of her eye. When he lowered himself onto a seat just next to her, she turned so that she faced him, one forearm resting atop the bar and the other draped along the back of her barstool. She found some humor in his words, but she kept the smile from her lips. There was something familiar about him, something that she found intriguing. He reminded her of Victor, in a way. He was weird, even for a patron at a biker bar, but he used his brain. He could have easily fallen victim to free drinks or a pretty face, but he came at her from a different angle, a refreshing angle, and she held some respect for him.

“I don’t want you killing anyone,” she answered easily. “Are you even the type to be a hired killer? No, please don’t answer that.” She held up a hand as if to stop him from speaking, and then she smiled. The third option remained an unbroached topic. She hadn’t thought about taking him home, at least not up until that moment. She’d simply seen him, found some vague comfort in his weird antics, and thought she’d pay for him to get wasted. A thoughtful frown on her face, she let her eyes wander over his facial features and down along his neck. “For the sake of this conversation, let’s say I do want to take you home. What would you say to that?”

Clover skipped over the introductions, as he’d skipped over the introductions. Names meant very little, as she’d come to understand, come to accept.

[Runi (DELETED 9597)]

Taking is drinking horn reaching down and sliding into the small pouch on the side of his belt. His eyes slowly made their way to hers. He made it absolutely obvious as his eyes slowly slowly begin to go over her lovely well shaped body. He let his eyes linger where they should as he went all the way down to her feet and then slowly away back up to meeting her gaze once again.

Runi leaned back a little in his seat at the bar, he took a soft breath as he began to think about his response. Most men would jump at the chance nonetheless shoot or kill for a chance and a night with with a woman like her. How she moved and specially the expressions on her face she wasn't just pretty she knew exactly how to motivate a man's attention and was most likely a lot of fun in the sack. But like always he was still a bit on guard something about the seem too good to be true but he would be dumb to give up the chance if it happened this wasn't the first time that he had been approached in a manner similar.

" Your place or mine?". What struck him that was odd as she had not ordered a drink for herself. Something about that through up a flag wasn't quite sure what to do with it but he knew that he was probably an important sign that he would discover latter.

[Clover]

She found it both flattering and unnerving that he raked his eyes over her body, but she’d expected as much. Clo had asked him a question, gave him an open introduction with which evaluate her. As his eyes roamed her body, her eyes roamed his face. Did the two men really look so similar? Was she really going to take a stranger home? She didn’t know the answer to either of those questions. She’d taken home humans before, but only as dinner, only with the guarantee that they’d never leave again. Did she want her new acquaintance to die? He had a very blunt way about himself, and she could appreciate his manners, or lack thereof.

She had her own place, one she rarely used, and she could have broken into a number of other places, if not all of them, but did she even want him? Every avenue left her with more unanswered questions. She’d taken a few minutes to ponder, and when she answered, she answered far too soon. “My place.” A smirk. A quirk of a brow. Despite her own inner doubts, Clover made sure not to reveal them. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll take advantage of you?” There was humor in her voice, the smirk still in place, and yet she had nothing but curiosity. Was he so secure in himself that he wasn’t afraid of the unknown?

Though she elected that they head toward her Larch Court home, she made no effort to move. Who knew if he’d back out, since she’d left him with an opportunity to do just that.

[Runi (DELETED 9597)]

Runi smirked, what man says no to a pretty woman that wants to take you home. generally, that's a very low chance that actually happens this way unless you looking for revenge or something. Women always have a motive everything they do they say and how they move his directive with their motive in mind. It's been like that than the dawn of history it's never going to change.

One of the greatest things about being a big man is you could drink a good bit before actually really hit you. He was lucky in that regard the alcohol had just got enough that he fairly began to feel a little like Tingle and his limbs just enough to let him know that it had calm his body down and made him relax but not enough yet to fully affect his decisions. Enough to give him a nudge in a direction. His father had always said that =mean of ******** of a man. "The gods gave us two brains, there is only enough blood in a man to fill one at a time. Even the best of warriors can die from the lips of a woman". his father used to say that all the time. Course the old man had a scar down his back where the skinny tart tries to stab him in the back while he was in the middle of that act with another woman.

Something about that seems to feel right about the situation, her movements were not that of a woman that was thinking with lust. Could feel the wheels turning in her head now what they might be thinking he did not know. She was too calm and did not show the normal signs of a woman thinking with the feelings of passion and need. They were different they gave him the feeling of a predator in a moment of curiosity came across something that caught their eye. They're not sure if they want to devour, to play with, the study, watch or outright murder.

All that out right intrigued him, he couldn't help it like danger there was no fun in living the simple life are not taking the chances.

" Your place it is, I'll follow you on my bike. If are trying to be discreet I don't think the sound of the bike will work. But I am not going anywhere without my bike."

[Clover]

Tapping her fingertips atop the bar, Clover pretended to weigh the options once more, as if the presence of his bike would somehow disrupt the silence that lived along the walls and floors of her old home. “That’s fine. I didn’t expect you to leave your bike. I wouldn’t want to leave my bike here either,” she answered.

She was, by no means, a professional rider, but she did have a bike. Unlike the traditional bikers, she owned a 2016 Kawasaki Ninja. She always heard an endless stream of **** about her green-and-black bike, mostly from Americans traveling through Harper Rock. That didn’t include the Canadians devoted to American hogs. Eventually, she’d trade the bike in for a newer model, but she wasn’t obsessed with the idea. Having everything brand new just wasn’t in her blood. Realizing her thoughts had wandered to her bike parked outside of the bar, she shrugged his words off and slid out of her seat.

“I don’t know if you know your way around here so well. Try to keep up, yeah?”

Teasing him felt wrong, and the words tasted wrong on her lips, but she had plans for him, plans she hadn’t yet put together. There were so many possibilities that the thought of their night together seemed almost overwhelming. Torture. Turn. Kill. A mixture of the three. She’d saved Raven’s life, so to speak. Her other two childer, likely wild or out on their own, had been hunted down like prey in some sick game. She played with her food, not necessarily turning, not necessarily killing. Though she’d thought to take him to her home in Larch Court, knowing well that she still checked on the place from time to time, she could have easily selected the slaughterhouse. She could have easily selected a dark street.

She left the bar first and went over to her bike. Though she didn’t need a helmet, she still wore one, one as black and sleek as the darkest color on her bike, with a single candy-green stripe. Clo pulled up near the front of the bar and waited. She waited for him just as much as she waited for herself. She left a chunk of her certainty behind on the barstool, or maybe she’d never had it to start with. She was married, yet she was inviting a nameless guy back to her Larch Court home to do **** knows what. And the only excuse, her only logic, was that he reminded her of Victor. That made no sense whatsoever. When she finally pulled away from the bar, she only pulled away knowing that he was following her.

[Runi (DELETED 9597)]

Runi walked over and hopped on his bike kicking out the kickstand. Reaching back and grabbing his helmet sliding it on. He wore a flat black helmet that had a ghost hand giving the middle finger on the back. He quickly started up his Bike.




Runi smiled and gave her the thumbs as he revved the engine really loud. He waited for her to drive off all he could really do was follow.

[Clover]

Larch Court. Clo saw the roof of her home before anything else, the roof she’d just had replaced. Though she didn’t stay in the home, she checked on it regularly, mostly with her wraith. Call it a love of properties, or blame it on pure nostalgia. As she drove past Kenlie’s home, Clover wondered about the dark-haired woman. The two hadn’t spoken in some time. Then again, Clo had been too absorbed in her businesses to do much more than feed, and even that rarely happened. Clover had an armlet that allowed her to skip her feedings. She wore it sometimes. Sometimes, she chose to feel the hunger claw at her insides. The feeling of emptiness became a welcome companion.

When she pulled up in front of the single-story home, she pulled her bike around the side of the house and parked there. The grass had been worn down, at one time (thanks to her bike), but it had come back to life in her absence. The lawncare company she’d hired to care for her yard seemed to have done a wonderful job. Clover almost forgot her meltdown and the bad shape her house had been in during that time. Almost.

She ascended the few steps to the front porch and took a seat there. She didn’t smoke in the house, just out of some guise of courtesy, so she lit a cigarette and waited. Behind her, the unlocked screen door and the front door seemed to loom over her. Nothing about the interior had changed, not since she'd had it repaired. The door still opened to the open living room, the couch and television to one side, the desk and door to the bathroom on the other. Down the hall, she had her old bedroom, the one she'd once shared with Mabel, and beyond that was the door to the backyard, where she'd once did her yoga and pilates. The place had existed in a time when she'd needed it to exist, a time before she'd really connected with family, a time long before Jesse.