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[notsoyoung]

David's in the bar. Evidently, he looks a little busy. He came here looking for someone - Richard, or Nick, or even Lestat. Anyone, really. He doesn't have his papers with him - the book's almost finished, and it's sitting at home in a folder, awaiting him.

Come, talk to the vampire! He doesn't bite (except when hungry).

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[almost_arabian]

Lawrence is ever present in the bar lately.

He takes a sip of his tea and gives a fleeting smile to the vampire at the bar. "Good afternoon."

[notsoyoung]

David returns the smile.

"And the same to you."

Inside, he's buzzing.

[almost_arabian]

He's a poor judge of internal buzzing, so he's not creeped out.

"A pleasure to meet you, I am sure. You may call me Lawrence, if you desire."

[notsoyoung]

He extends his hand to Lawrence. Go go gadget arm!

"The pleasure's all mine," David replies, still smiling. "Can I buy you a drink?"

No, he's not aware that Nick knows Lawrence. Hush.

[almost_arabian]

The consta-smile is a bit creepy.

"Well, I would not say no." He arches a brow. "Whiskey, if you please. Or lemonade, if you favor the non-alcoholic..."

[notsoyoung]

"A whiskey it is, then," he says, and orders two - he takes one for himself, also. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to-"

He makes a vague gesture.

"I know who you are. It would be difficult to not know."

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence laughs.

"It is equally as startling to find people here who know of me as it is to find people who know nothing at all of the Arab revolt, I suppose. It is of little consequence."

[notsoyoung]

"I'll admit, I was born in the middle of it, but my parents couldn't help telling me of the world. We travelled a lot; there's a lot to take in, but... good Lord."

He shakes his head, smiling and he'd probably be blushing if he could.

[almost_arabian]

Probably, and Lawrence gets the sudden feeling that perhaps David can't. But no matter.

He takes a slow sip of his whiskey and then gives a slight tip of his head. "Well, I should hope that I do not disappoint, in that case." A slightly crooked grin over the rim of his glass.

[notsoyoung]

He buries his nose in the glass for a moment, mumbling.

If Lawrence catches any of it, it would be, 'certainly not disappointed, no no no.'

The fanboy, it hurts.

[almost_arabian]

He gives David a good-natured pat on the shoulder.

"Do speak up, dear boy."

[notsoyoung]

He clears his throat.

"Merely saying that it's certainly not a disappointment at all."

Cough.

[almost_arabian]

His lips twitch into a half-amused smile that he manages to muffle rather well with another sip of his drink.

"That is a small comfort, perhaps."

[notsoyoung]

A soft glare that's more of an eyeroll than anything else.

"I do apologise. I'm not normally so-" creepy, "strange."

[almost_arabian]

"I should have to ask others of such things to be completely certain." That smile? Not going away.

"But of course, I am impeccably fair. Who would you prefer I ask?"

[notsoyoung]

"Oh, if you must, please steer clear of anyone who knows me," comes the reply with a grin. "They'll all tell you I'm incredibly strange."

He takes a sip of his drink.

"That rules out a fair few people. Charlie Pace, Nick Knight, Liam Pace, Richard Mayhew, Gary Perunu..."

The list goes on a while.