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[ezekiel_36_27]

Zeke appears in the middle of the bar, gun raised and utterly soaked in blood. Head to toe, jacket to undershirt, he is drenched in it. He blinks.

"Crap...um, is there a shower in here that I could use?"

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[coolhandlucas]

Lucas looks round and blinks.

"Not in the bar. You can borrow my room if you like."

[ezekiel_36_27]

Zeke blinks. He doesn't know this guy and he's offering a shower to a man drenched in blood?

Then again, he's standing there drenched in blood, probably ruining at least one appetite, if not several. Then again, the number of drinks this sight might inspire should make it up, so he hopes the ownership won't be displeased or anything.

"Your room close by?"

[coolhandlucas]

"Upstairs." Lucas fishes the key out of his pocket and holds it out. "Number's on there."

[ezekiel_36_27]

Zeke stares at the key for a moment before quirking his head.

"You got anything that might stain in your room I need to avoid?"

[go_between]

Richard rushes over to the blood-soaked man.

"Dear God! Are you all right?"

[ezekiel_36_27]

Zeke blinks before quirking his head a moment and shaking it the next.

"Nah, I'm fine." He gestures to himself. "This ain't mine. I just...kinda fell into it during the fight. Fricking harpy. Anyway, uh, yeah, I'm okay, but I feel...well, understandibly disgusting. There a shower I could use...and possibly some clean clothes?"

[go_between]

He breathes a sigh of relief. His first-aid skills are pretty minimal.

"Let me take you back to the kitchen staff showers."

He leads the way and alerts Rizzo about the puddles on the floor.

[ezekiel_36_27]

Zeke sighs in relief as he follows Richard.

"Thanks, man. I mean, I totally didn't expect to end up here when I did; it was kinda really bad timing. But I appreciate the help."

[angelus_amadeo]

Armand, having just stepped through the door, is slightly side-swiped by the scent of blood and steadies himself on the doorframe.

He tries to not go to him.

Tries being a very operative word.

"Is it yours or someone else's?" he asks as he approaches him, eyes turned away, hands clenched in the pockets of his leather trousers.

[ezekiel_36_27]

Zeke blinks at the little punk from the other morning.

"Not mine. Fell into a vat of the stuff before I appeared here."

He grins and lifts a corner of his sweater.

"Feel free to squeeze off a drink...or lick at your pleasure."

[angelus_amadeo]

Armand grins.

"Ever so tempting."

He reaches and takes Zeke's hand, pulling a finger into his mouth and sucking off the blood there before stepping up to him, pressing a palm to the sweater and licking the blood from his own hand.

"Mmm," he says, licking his lips. "Not too bad."

[ezekiel_36_27]

Zeke raises an eyebrow.

"I should think it'd be the good stuff to someone like you. Fresh blood of young virgin women and all. She didn't use anything else."

He surprisingly doesn't react very much to having blood sucked from his finger. Why is anyone's guess.

[to_the_fairest1]

A young woman looks over from near the fireplace, then stands and walks over as well.

"You know, I don't quite think red's your color."

[ezekiel_36_27]

Zeke looks at her before twitching an eyebrow and he's had a rought enough night that he's tempted to flash his eyes. However, he resists and grins tiredly at her.

"You might be surprised..."

And then he gestures down.

"But this was unintentional. And kinda unpleasant. Do you know where I could get a shower?"

[to_the_fairest1]

She considers this for a moment.

"I like surprises... and as for the shower... would you like an apple?"

She grins, holding out a golden apple to him.

[ezekiel_36_27]

Zeke stares at the apple. It is...far too shiny for his taste. As a man who regularly deals with the Devil (though only once has Dealt with the Devil), he shakes his head.

"Nah...not hungry. Thank you, though."

[ezekiel_36_27]

Zeke looks over to the woman and gives her what he hopes is a disarming smile.

"Nah, I'm fine. None of this is mine." I don't bleed. I'm dead. "I fell into a vat full of the stuff. Thanks for the concern, though. But, uh, you wouldn't happen to know where I could get washed up, huh?"

[ezekiel_36_27]

Zeke twitches an eyebrow.

"Island? You have an island?"

He muses with half of a crooked grin.

"I could go for a trip to an island. I was just telling the boss I could do with a vacation just the other week..."

He looks up to her.

"Yeah, I should be able to find something. But, yeah, the vat of blood wasn't mine. I was working and, uh...she was difficult and I fell in. Managed to get her before I came here, though, so it's still all good."