Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight - New Year's Eve (Tag Faye)
New Year's Eve was a nice enough day to celebrate, especially given that it included excessive amounts of drinking and, this year's, dancing with Faye. Partying had always been something Klaus could get behind, but he hadn't taken much part in it for quite a few decades; not since the '20s had he cared a great deal about going out on the town, to the clubs. They and the bar scene were good for feeding too, what with an endless amount of (frequently) pretty people losing all their inhibitions on a nightly basis--not that that was any concern of his currently.
He hadn't been out for New Year's in quite some time, never with a girl he actually cared about; and with he and Faye's past proclivities at Fangtasia, he was a bit amused at wondering exactly how the night might pan out.
He held Faye close as they walked into the bar. Truthfully, being apart from her at parties was starting to become some regular occurrence, and he didn't like it, nor did he want it to happen in the middle of a vampire bar on a night where everyone's out to get completely trashed.
He wasn't overly dressed up, but looked nice in a dark blue shirt and black jeans. Pulling her toward him and leaning to ask, over the music, "What's your poison first, love? Drink or dance?" His focus was on her still, not looking around the room to see if anyone he recognized was there or not. Love did funny things like that, captivating one's heart and interest.
He hadn't been out for New Year's in quite some time, never with a girl he actually cared about; and with he and Faye's past proclivities at Fangtasia, he was a bit amused at wondering exactly how the night might pan out.
He held Faye close as they walked into the bar. Truthfully, being apart from her at parties was starting to become some regular occurrence, and he didn't like it, nor did he want it to happen in the middle of a vampire bar on a night where everyone's out to get completely trashed.
He wasn't overly dressed up, but looked nice in a dark blue shirt and black jeans. Pulling her toward him and leaning to ask, over the music, "What's your poison first, love? Drink or dance?" His focus was on her still, not looking around the room to see if anyone he recognized was there or not. Love did funny things like that, captivating one's heart and interest.