| Need a New Tune |
[03 Apr 2009|03:08pm] |
Drip, drip, drip ...
Three twenty-two in the morning, and the bar on the corner of Division and Clark was silent except for the pattering of liquid as it ran down the side of the dark wood of the counter to form a puddle on the floor. Grace padded through a spray of broken glass, listening to it crunch under her shoes, climbed up on the counter. She began to walk the length of it, kicking ashtrays and beer mugs out of her way indifferently, letting them spill their contents onto the hardwood floor. It had been closing time when she arrived, and she surveyed the fruits of her labor from her vantage point as she continued her trek along the narrow surface. There was blood in her hair. It wasn't hers.
Drip, splash, drip ...
She hadn't done this in a while, committed mass homicide, but it had been the only way to take the pressure off. When she was uncomfortable inside her skin, someone else usually ended up paying for it. The only people present had been the bartender, the guy mopping the floors, and two overly made-up barflies, one of whom had tried to run from her. The vampire watched blood trickle down the slick surface of the mirror, the bottles splattered with the stuff. The carotid artery made such a wonderful spray.
( That Would Be a Lie (Adult Content Warning: Violence) )
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| Rough Crowd |
[03 Apr 2009|05:03pm] |
Logan wasn't the sort of person to drown his sorrows in a beer after losing someone important in his life, but for some reason, he saw fit on this night to frequent one of the establishments about a block away from Thoth's Library for a drink. It wasn't so much because he was having a rough day -- though that was certainly part of it -- Logan just couldn't remember the last time he went to a bar without the intent of investigating something out of the ordinary.
Which, side note? When would people realize vampires loved bars? Logan was constantly aware of this, which was why he wore a silver cross around his neck under his olive green button-down ... well, that and the ever-constant spectre of Diego. There was no telling when the vampire would show his face again, though the former Watcher wondered how losing Izzy would change the game.
Knowing Diego, it probably wouldn't.
Still, it helped to be prepared. Logan did his best to drown out the live band "performing" on the stage to his left. The former Watcher didn't mind local music as a general rule, but this band was particularly grating. It wasn't that they lacked talent; Logan just didn't particularly care for the songs they chose to play.
( Rough Band )
[NPC Sandra was written by Jessica.]
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