[OPEN] Wastin' away again in margaritaville..

[dreamydrowsy]

[ Characters ] Vincent Nightray AND YOU!
[ Location ] Twinklebat
[ Date/Time ] Whatever date/evening
[ Warning ] DRINKING!
[ Content ] Vince has simply decided he could allow himself to have a drink, something other than tea. Who doesn't feel like a drink after the arrests and things going on, anyway? Gilbert missing could have something to do

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[dead_ladykiller]

While Dracula hated drinking (it was such a deplorable thing, so below his kind, to lose one's senses) but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like drunk people. He'd never say, but it gave him a sense of superiority to see those with a limit lifespan drink it away. While not necessarily true here in Wonderland, old habits died hard and well, since Twinklebat had a pub anyway it meant no extra effort was needed to indulge himself.

Unfortunately, the faceless residents were nowhere near as entertaining as he thought and he, used to being the center of attention (admiration, fear, anything and everything) was more bored by the lack of it than pleased. At least until he spotted someone else with a face and sat down next to him.

[dreamydrowsy]

Vincent yawned rather widely after choosing something, having enough manners for a hand to raise and cover it barely. He was still drowsy after having just woken up, smiling dreamily as he accidentally tripped one of the residents as they walked by with a foot. The mug of what was most likely beer spilled upon the floor as glass shattered, "Oh my, how clumsy~!" Giggling a little as he spoke.

Of course he wasn't blamed for it. The people seemed almost blissfully unaware of such a thing, the faceless man actually appologizing. It almost took the fun out of it, almost.

He caught the other sitting beside him from the corner of an eye, head tilted very slightly. Such a peculiar looking man he was, which did cause him to stare a little.

[dead_ladykiller]

Dracula just raised an eyebrow at the spilled beer and then at the man who had spilled it (had he been hoping for a bar fight? Somewhat). He could feel the stare of the stranger and it was much more pleasant that being overlooked.

"You should be more careful" He pretended to dust something off his shirt and turned slightly, so that he was now facing the other man. "Not everyone is so... meek."

[dreamydrowsy]

He smiled rather warmly, giggling faintly still, "I do try to be careful, sir." Of course he did, he wouldn't still be around if he wasn't careful. "It wouldn't be any fun if everyone was, really. Of course, it does also come in handy when they are."

The meeker someone was, the easier it would be to manipulate them and move the way he wanted. Ah, he was still at somewhat of a disadvantige in this place. Vincent still needed to find a away to change that, sooner rather than later..