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[mr_smarty_vamp]

In the bar there is a table strategically set close enough to the fireplace that the two occupants are cast into a warm light without risking spontaneous combustion. When you're a vampire, you use what assets your immortality gives while hiding pesky side effects with excellent lighting. And these two vampires are old enough to have figured out how

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[onebluesuit]

"Again, huh?"

He'd seen that sign before. Of course, it hadn't been as blurry when he'd seen it the first time.

...He'd not drank as much wine when he'd seen it the first time.

All in all, Phoenix - in stark contrast to the two at the table - looked like hell. His hair wasn't spiked back, and his usual suit was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was wearing sweats, sandals, and a hoodie, and an expression like somebody had run over his dog, but that might've been okay since he was now rather snockered.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian stares for a moment at the man. He recognises him, but the change in his appearance is astounding.

"Mr. Wright," he greets, his voice carefully intoned. He works in a dance club. He knows a drunk when he sees one.

[onebluesuit]

"Damian." He was drunk. Not drunk enough to do more than slur, but there wasnt much in that name that could be slurred. "Two for sure this time, huh? Guessh I wandered in here at th'right time."

He'd come in earlier, ready for a drink, and he'd drank.

It meant he was going to owe more than a little, but he didn't exactly care about that at the moment.

"Coincidensh works for me for a change."

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian opts for speaking plainly. The fewer words to decode, the better for a drunk person.

"You already signed up, Phoenix. You need to go and sleep off the alcohol."

[of_atlantis]

Kida notices Damian--the vampire that fed from her once before--and heads toward him, stopping to read the sign with a blink.

"I did not know you weren't the only one of your kind, Damian," she says mildly, with a small smile. "Do you need me to sign onto your list?"

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian offers a small smile to Kida. She was the only one outside the shifters of his own world that he had fed on prior to getting permission from Anita to sign people up.

"It would be best," he says, thinking if Anita found out he had fed from the Atlantian, she might do something rash. "Are you well, Kida?"

[of_atlantis]

"I am, thank you," she smiles back, giving a short headnod to Damian and his friend. "Your bite left no adverse effects, save a little tiredness. Who is your companion?"

She picks up the clipboard, and after a moment writes the shortened version of her name and her room number, trusting Damian knows who she is enough to find her.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

He does.

"This is Asher," he says with a glance to the blond vampire. "He is a master vampire, so he won't need to feed as frequently as I do, but the list is for his benefit as well."

[jane_becomes]

Jane reads the sign and ends up frowning slightly,

"You have not found your way out of perhaps a novel my Mrs. Radcliffe, sir?"

[ash_imperfect]

Asher smiles, attempting to seem nice and non-threatening. Damn Anita's morals, crippling them of their best advantage...

"As far as I am aware, we are both certainly real," he replies, rising to his feet.

[jane_becomes]

"Oh."

She bobs a slightly surprised curtsy,

"You must pardon me but I have only ever read of vampires, sirs."

[ash_imperfect]

Asher bows, his hands clasped behind his back, manners perfect; some things are never forgotten.

"Many have not, outside of our world," Asher murmurs, pulling out a chair for her, should she wish to sit. "You would not be the first to be surprised so."

[slayer_fray]

Mel has discovered, to her annoyance, that bitemarks are the kind of important destiny-changing scars that Slayer healing refuses to heal without a scar, which is why she's suddenly favouring high-collared halter necks, and why she hasn't been in the staff apartment all that much.

None of this has anything to do with why she stops when she sees the sign, and back tracks a couple of steps to properly double take and blink.

"You've gotta be spinnin' me."

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian raises an eyebrow calmly. "I assure you that we do no such thing, Miss."

[slayer_fray]

Mel blinks, once, as she tries to work out if she's been taken literally again and what that would actually require, before dismisses it with a quick headshake.

She doesn't approach the table, but she does face it, and the vampires behind it, one unimpressed eyebrow quirked.

"What exactly does 'no business' mean to you people?"

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian has to remind himself to be amicable and give her a small smile instead of simply raising an equally unimpressed eyebrow at her.

"If you're referring to the Bar rules, this is not outside business. This is a need that must be met due to the inability of Bar to provide for our needs. We need blood, and this is the most... civil... way of getting it without harming anyone."

He doesn't mention that his mistress has forbidden him from using his vampiric powers in order to entrance his prey. His eyes don't shine with preternatural light. He doesn't use his skill at seduction to lure anyone to the table. He ignores his nature and sits with the sign-up sheet, making sure that the donors are completely willing by not using anything but normal verbal persuasion on those he thinks are worth the trouble.