Who: Valya and Raphael
Where: Heme
When: 9pm
They did not...
appreciate his presence. There was an feeling in the air - mutual hate. It was as if they had a reason for such a feeling. He had not done an excessive amount of killing in the area upon arrival. In fact he had been well behaved, during as little attention to himself as possible throughout his stay. Still, since entering Heme, he had counted over thirty-seven disgusted looks thrown in his direction. The lack of tact in the room was really not the best he had ever encountered. It wouldn’t not stop him from enjoying his drink, however. Nothing much could ever do that.
Raphael, you could most definitely say, was a master at clearing space around himself. A couple of smiles flashed at people sat at the bar, and a good amount of people were put off drinking or suddenly decided they preferred seats a few further down the line. He smirked to himself and raised a glass to the tolerance levels of people who had been alive for centuries. How times
changed.