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Post by felix on Sept 3, 2012 11:44:12 GMT -5
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Blood was supposed to be this rumple-haired vampire’s sustenance of choice, but you couldn’t blame an immortal creature of the night for getting bored. Even humans, with their miniscule lifespans and constant opportunity for being squished like bugs, got bored. If they could afford to get bored, this indolent creature with time on his hands and all of the primary skills—music, language, art—developed and thrown aside certainly could. Felix Lefevre enjoyed few things permanently. One of them was his tailoring, which he loved and always would: it may have been obvious from the way he was dressed, in an impeccable orange suit. He just had to stand out, pairing the sharp-cut suit with converses. He made his own clothes, and made the clothes of others happily.
Another thing that Felix enjoyed was drugs. Alcohol included, even though few people regarded it as such because of it easy availability. But that was just semantics.
“Five shots of your finest Sambuca Gold, please,” he asked of the bartender with a bright smile and a wink. He came across as very friendly and gregarious—whereas his brother was good at the charming schmaltz, Felix was more the type for frankness. “And by that I mean six.” Six shots. Were they all for him? Was he waiting on a friend? Was he planning on trying to convince the bartender to knock back a couple? Always hard to tell, with Felix. He liked to make bad decisions so that he could make the same mistakes that humans did, but nothing had quite the same effect on the walking dead.
He didn’t hide the fact that he was a vampire—they were truce-protected, after all, and weren’t they all friends in this bar?—and it was obvious that one of the reasons he was so lively and happy was because the night was young. He had until morning to do all the stupid, crazy things that he liked to do, and tonight was a Saturday, meaning that far more mortals than usual would be out and about having a good time. Perfect! It meant all the more friends to make, right? Nothing more sinister than that, Felix would swear on his stone-still heart…
Anyone that met his gaze received a friendly smile, fangs unapologetically on show.
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Post by Dot Bunny on Sept 8, 2012 11:45:33 GMT -5
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“Scotch and soda.” She leaned against the bar, biting her plump lower lip and eyeing the short man with twinkling eyes. His back was to her, but she knew he was aware of the girl who belonged to the voice, and exactly what her age was. That made it all the more fun.
“Aw, what’s the magic word?” He toyed, and she could hear the light tones of playfulness in his voice. She rolled her eyes, trying to hide any chase of a smile.
“Scotch and soda please.” He was making drinks while holding up her conversation, and she knew one of them was for her.
“Please whooooo?”
“Pleeeeease Mr. Jay?” Finally the man turned to her and placed a glass before her. It had no scotch, nor soda, and really was simply a glass of cherries. She groaned and knew that the wink of his blue eyes meant that she was going to get nowhere with him, that anything further would result in incredibly playful banter and inappropriate boss- employee conversation about the size of her breasts. “You coulda at least given me the soda. I’d use my employee discount.” She sniffed, but he was already away, moving towards another customer with an incredible amount of shots. She slipped a cherry between her lips, stem and all, and curled a lock of hair behind her ear before making her way to him, glass of cherries in toe.
She sat on the stool besides him and his display or alluring liquid the moment her boss was no longer looking. She wasn't at Tony's and she wasn't in uniform but she knew that Mr. Jay had a knack for ruining her chances by sheer embarrassment. One time, when a guy offered to buy her a drink, he had stood up and announced that it was her birthday, singing the whole song including an incredibly loud rendition of 'how old are you now.' Which ruined her chances almost instantly. This time, she would be more careful. Especially since her mark already had the drinks in toe.
Wordlessly, she pulled a knotted cherry stem out of her mouth and dropped it in the bowl of nuts. It was Dot’s simple way of implying her mad tongue skills to him without having to make an attempt to be the first to suggest such a transaction. She tipped the glass of cherries in his direction, eyebrows arching innocently.
“Cherry?”
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