Care for a Bite and a Drink?
Who: The Baron and Kimberly
What: Meeting for drinks
When: Backdated to Dec. 30th
Where: @ 11
Rating: M for first meetings
Status: Open and Incomplete
The bar wasn't at all when Byron was used to on the Frontier. There were generally two kinds of bars there--the first you had to know someone in order to get in, and the second the less people you knew the better. @ 11 seemed to fall into some strange middle ground The Baron had no experience with, but that by no means meant he was unsure about entering--far from it--he swept the door open, his vampric aura having it's typical effect...some couldn't stop from staring while others couldn't look away quick enough.
The bar was sparsely seated, but the few men that were there shifted down as if on command as Byron approached, leaving the seat next to a pretty young brunette open--he could feel the blood quickening through he veins; smell that uniquely human scent of antisipation of the unknown. If he were anyone else, Byron could see already how ans where this night was going to end...but he wasn't, he'd proven that time and again while traveling with D.
"Kimberly, I assume?" The Baron asked the young woman. "I am Byron Balaz, it is a pleasure to meet you."
What: Meeting for drinks
When: Backdated to Dec. 30th
Where: @ 11
Rating: M for first meetings
Status: Open and Incomplete
The bar wasn't at all when Byron was used to on the Frontier. There were generally two kinds of bars there--the first you had to know someone in order to get in, and the second the less people you knew the better. @ 11 seemed to fall into some strange middle ground The Baron had no experience with, but that by no means meant he was unsure about entering--far from it--he swept the door open, his vampric aura having it's typical effect...some couldn't stop from staring while others couldn't look away quick enough.
The bar was sparsely seated, but the few men that were there shifted down as if on command as Byron approached, leaving the seat next to a pretty young brunette open--he could feel the blood quickening through he veins; smell that uniquely human scent of antisipation of the unknown. If he were anyone else, Byron could see already how ans where this night was going to end...but he wasn't, he'd proven that time and again while traveling with D.
"Kimberly, I assume?" The Baron asked the young woman. "I am Byron Balaz, it is a pleasure to meet you."