[Open] The Bar (Thread to Mingle In)

[Dawn Chekov]

Dawn continued to play, even as the male walked up to her and began to speak to her. The way he spoke, it was very old world. Something was a bit off about him, but then, there was something off about her as well. She glanced up to the guy and smiled sweetly to him, revealing her fangs to him. "It is something of my own design, I guess you can say. I was just sort of goofing off." She said, her Russian accent coming to the forefront and sort of covering up the Norwegian side of her blood. She finally stopped playing and offered her hand to him. "Dawn Chekov."

[Nominus Ap Pater (DELETED 7870)]

Seeing her fangs his smile twitched "Are you a fan of the vampyr?" he asked calmly. If she really was a vampire then she wouldn't be this foolish and flippant. Of course these days mortals might just write it off as another weird occurrence. Another thought came to him. "I hope you don't mind me asking but would you mind me purchasing you a drink?" Where his family comes from it is common courtesy. Maybe he might get a drink out of this night as well.

[Dawn Chekov]

Was she a fan of the vampire? Dawn stared up at the male for a moment just blinking, and blinking again. Thankfully, she was able to keep her smile on her face as she did this. Dawn took the male's appearance in and she realized to herself, this was an older gentleman, clearly someone that had never really heard of her music. Her target audience was more 15-25 girls, and the occasional boys. So he wouldn't have heard of what she was, or the fact that she was 'famous' for being not just a performer, but for being a vampire as well. A lot of her fans often asked her to bite them or to drink their blood, or to drink her own blood. And really, though she rarely bit her fans, and she drank blood often. She had preferred to drink from her own kind.

Remembering she hadn't answered, she shook her head for a moment and then spoke finally. "I'm sorry, that question kind of stumped me. I actually am a vampire. And yes, I would love a drink. That is if the offer is still on the table." She said with a sweet smile. Though she was totally lucid at the moment, it was clear to see that the girl was crazy in her beliefs. She still denied being what she really was now. Little more than a leach on vampires themselves. "Might I know your name?" She asked with that same sweet smile on her face, her eyes glimmering with joy and sincerity.

[Nominus Ap Pater (DELETED 7870)]

He honestly had no idea how to respond. How could a vampire be this care free? Despite him being new to the whole undead thing he was certain this broke quite a few rules. Of course in this day and age she could just be a really extreme fan girl. Please no. His smile twitching he chuckled darkly before he said "My name is Nominus Ap Pater, and as for the drink I am sure I can supply." With a sleight of hand most watching would think the glasses just appeared in his hand. Now this wasn't any vampire trick it was simply one of many tricks he has in his repertoire. Handing her one glass he smiles light heartedly as he said "If you truly are vampyr then surely you can't drink anything but blood no?" Maybe this can be taken advantage of. After all he was quite thirsty.

[Dawn Chekov]

Dawn's brows rose slightly at the name he gave her. She wasn't big into latin, in fact she knew very little, but some of it sounded a lot like words that had been used in every day Catholic prayers. Then she watched the way that the drinks came and she had to wonder just what he was. She had never seen any vampire do that trick before, and she had been in this city, feeding off her own kind, for well over two years now. Her eyes shifted back to him as she took the offered drink, sipping it gently before she was shaking her head.

"I only drink blood because of my disease, I still need normal food and drink. Though I do love to drink blood more than normal." She said with a smirk and took another sip of the drink, "Also, you might be surprised to learn, that there are a number of us that can eat and drink, but then there are some that are not able too. It depends on how they began their new life." She said and then leaned against the piano a bit as she looked up at this interesting male.

[Nominus Ap Pater (DELETED 7870)]

With a quick glance to the windows of the place he said "Well if a vampyr you truly are then shall we go feed then?" With a dark chuckle his expression became cold. How could she be this flippant. Or crazy. He was determined to figure out which tonight. Maybe even get a drink out of this. Turning his head slightly he didn't notice as his eyes reflected the lights of the place. "After all I am sure we are both thirsting for a real drink no?" Personally it has been awhile since his last feeding. The thought brought his eyes to her neck. The thought of ripping through it to drink the crimson treat beneath. He may be overreacting but if mortals ever discovered the existence of the vampyr then it would all be ruined. Nom will never let anyone risk this. Or maybe he just wanted to kill her either way it didn't matter to him.

[Dawn Chekov]

Dawn arched her brow as she looked up at the male, he was actually a level or two higher than she was on the crazy scale from what she could tell. She leaned against the piano and sipped her drink for a moment more before she smiled up at him with her fangs gleaming slightly under the light of the pub. "You are more than welcome to find a willing donor this evening. I however, prefer the blood of vampire to human. Human doesn't sustain me like vampire does. When I feed on humans, I need to feed daily, but when I feed off vampires, I only need it once every couple weeks or so." She said softly, setting her drink on the bench beside her before she let her fingers rest on the keys once more.

[Noemi Michaux]

The entrance to the bar looked inviting, promising to be the type of pub Noemi was accustomed to.. intimate, dark and lending to either alone with your own thoughts or conversations with mates. She had been hard pressed to find something that would ease the surprising bout of homesickness she was carrying on with, but finally she had stumbled upon this place.

Homesick was probably pressing the term too hard, Noemi mostly felt disoriented not able to speak in her native French and find a decent wine.

The worse thing that could come of this would be yet more poor vintage and those odd bar top games. Shrugging one shoulder with gallic flair the Necromancer shot a glance at the spirits that were following her about everywhere now. She narrowed her gaze and sucked in air through her teeth in warning, waiting then for them to shrink back under her withering stare.

Satisfied with their compliance, the raven haired doctor pushed open the doors and stepped inside. Slipping the hood of her jacket down she shed the lovely wool and folded it over her arm. Her dress pristine despite her having left her car in favour of a cab, the rich scarlet colour wrapped around her to be secured at the cinched waist with two scallop buttons. Black gloves remained upon her hands, matched by the soft leather of Ferragamo pumps.

Noemi didn't overtly look around herself, instead taking in the surroundings just enough to assure herself that this was indeed what she had anticipated, and satisfied she moved to the bar to order a glass of Bergeron from her home in Savoie... or anything from the Alps region would do in a pinch... and the quiet Necromancer was wanting the scent of her roots to carry her through the night.

[CharlotteC]

Charlie pushed the door to the pub open, Rhett had once again run out of gas and was on his way to get some, but on the way, he wanted to stop by the pub so that he could drop off the parts and guns that he had been gathering for her. Her chocolate eyes shifted around the room but she didn't see him yet, so instead, she made her way over to the bar. The bartender recognized her and was already bringing her usual mocha latte for her. He didn't know that the coffee did nothing for her, but she still enjoyed the taste of the drink. She smiled and nodded to him as she took a seat next to a raven haired woman, giving her a once over before she returned her glance to the bartender.

"Has Tempy been in yet, Dom?"

"Nope, how have you been Charlie?"

"Busy, busy as always. Is Elliot around?"

"He may be upstairs, I haven't seen him though."

"Alright, thanks for the drink. You get back to work before Elliot fires your ***." She said with a soft laugh and a wink. He just laughed and nodded before going back to tending the bar like a good little human. Then she glanced to the woman once more, wondering who she was. She had never seen this woman in the city, and since she had a photographic memory, she would have known if she had before. With a shrug though, she just took a sip of her drink and turned in her seat to face the bar, her arms resting on the counter top as she waited on Rhett to get his back side to the bar.

[Noemi Michaux]

Elegant spiced scents from the Bergeron setting on the bar top before her made Noemi close her eyes for a moment, letting the soul of her home in Savoy invade her own. The Necromancer could not taste of it, only pretend... bringing the bowled glass to her lips and using that time to just inhale.

How she missed her homes vineyards.

murmuring a thank you to the bartender after setting the glass down, her accent soft and well educated, cultured to be pleasing to the ear. Deciding to stay for the moment Noemi hooked her purse to the protuberance against the bar for such things, and folded her hands around her drink.

she allowed the sounds of the pub to soothe her, the dead had been greedy the past few nights. Between their presence, her work as a doctor at Winterbrook Asylum, studies under her Sire Ambrose and the tasks he set her... well, she wished for the ability to actually imbibe the wine.

The doors swung wide behind her and a woman pressed in, headed to the bar that housed Noemi, she ordered her coffee and made small talk with the barkeep... obviously a regular, and covertly studied the Necromancer.

Noemi was unperturbed by such, she was in a pub after all and as the woman settled down to drink beside her, the doctor inclined her head to acknowledge her bar companion careful to keep her expression pleasant and neutral.

The nights inhabitants in HR were at the very least an interesting diversion... from terrible and odd to sickly sweet, and everything between, Noemi was finding it hard to remain untouched by her new home.