Co-owning like a champ [OTA, timed to night]
Putting on masks of contentment and peace was hardly a new concept for a vampire over 500 years old. Although, when Stefan thought about it, it was something most humans would probably relate to as well. He didn't know how long he was would be there in the village, the thought of his vanishing and going back home weighing constantly on his mind ever since Damon's departure. Yet, he kept his usual demeanour all the same.
He sat at the end of the bar on a stool, looking mostly like a patron himself, other than having a serious note to his constant glances around the bar. He'd been accustom to being a bouncer, and now even as a co-owner, it was the position that came naturally to him. Thankfully instances that needed to be broken up were very rare. The vampires and other supernaturals in Haurvatat seemed to behave for the most part.
He wasn't drinking anything just then, simply sitting and observing. It was Saturday evening, one of the busier nights, and he was entirely approachable.
He sat at the end of the bar on a stool, looking mostly like a patron himself, other than having a serious note to his constant glances around the bar. He'd been accustom to being a bouncer, and now even as a co-owner, it was the position that came naturally to him. Thankfully instances that needed to be broken up were very rare. The vampires and other supernaturals in Haurvatat seemed to behave for the most part.
He wasn't drinking anything just then, simply sitting and observing. It was Saturday evening, one of the busier nights, and he was entirely approachable.