The bars are temples...

[godofcologne]

Characters: Thomas and Sam
Time: January 23rd - sometime
Location: The Redhead Piano Bar
Content: Looking for love in all the wrong places. Or something.
Format: Prose.
Warnings: Hungry vampire, amnesiac demonic vessel. What could go wrong, I ask you.

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[huntingmemory]

It was odd, coming back from a few hours passing and finding that over two weeks had gone by. He'd gotten changed from his wet clothing (being dunked in Lake Michigan wasn't his idea of fun), seen Dean and made certain his brother was okay, then needed to move. It wasn't anything against his brother, it was just that the whole thing had brought up some bad things that he needed to push down and aside again.

He found himself standing outside the Redhead Piano Bar, hands shoved in his pockets for a few moments before he pushed the door inward and stepped inside. Something was tickling at the back of his head and he looked around, finally noting someone sitting in one of the booths, reading. He thought about it for a moment, then headed that direction. Just in case one of the actual people in town. "Hey."

[godofcologne]

There was something to be said for losing oneself in a book. Naked Heat was engrossing enough that the presence of a person, real and filled to the brim with life, didn't immediately register on Thomas' senses, not until the individual approached and spoke.

Finishing the sentence he'd been on, Thomas closed the book and looked up, an easy smirk pulling instinctively at the corners of his mouth. He could feel it now, the light in the darkness compared to the empty shells that shuffled through the bar, and his demon stirred deep within him, empty and wanting. He recognized Sam easily, the amnesiac whom he'd nearly run over. The one with the brother, and something that his Hunger slid off like glass. "Hey," he drawled back, eyes the colour of tarnished silver flickering over Sam. "You look healthy and in one piece."

[huntingmemory]

He reached up, rubbing a spot over his heart. "Came a bit closer to not being either than I'd like to think about, but saved by the bell." Sam smiled almost as easily. "And left with a lot to think about."

He let his own gaze flicker over Thomas in return, raising an eyebrow. "You look like you've been through the mill a few times." Which was a impolite way to put it, but it was true. "You want company?"

That he had no idea what he was offering was obvious. And yet.

[godofcologne]

"If by 'the mill' you mean Groundhog's Day from Hell, then yeah. Two and a half week's worth," Thomas answered with an easy laugh. "If you mean monsters, then just once." He shrugged, as if joking, but there was caution to the movement. His right shoulder still hurt, though whether that was from the fact that he'd reset the shoulder by slamming it into a brick wall to keep himself from feeding on Maureen or simply the slowed healing, Thomas wasn't sure. Didn't care too much to know one way or the other.

A mote of bright silver caught in Thomas' eye at Sam's unthinking question, and his demon rose to answer quicker than Thomas could bury the darkness. "Only if you're offering," came the answer in a voice like molten honey, warm and seductive. He gestured to the other side of the booth. "Want a drink?"