Wednesday: October 24, 2007
Who: Hayate and Aveira
When: Late at Night
Where: The Tiki Hut
What: A meeting between two not-so-normal vampires . . .

While the setting was not frame for frame like the pounding bass and flashing lights of the clubs he was used to occupying late at night in the city during his old life, the scene at The Tiki Hut caused flashes of remembrance to come back to the vampire. For the two settings were similar enough despite their differences, and the live music was fuller and easier to appreciate than the digital, perfected recordings of modern music. There were no flashing lights, but there were lights. Sheathed, bulbous lamps hanging from the ceiling of the roof over the open dance floor emitted dim light, each a different color of spectrum. The chilly breeze from the lake wafted up to the open dance floor, cooling off its many dancers packed so closely together they brushed against complete strangers and thought little of it.

The bar was close by to the dance floor, as was a small restaurant. All three were open to the elements, lacking walls to enclose them. Having lost most of his interest in The Wine Bar, Hayate found himself intrigued by this new setting established for Elysium's residents. A bar, club, and restaurant all rolled into one and located on the beach. It reminded him of collegiate hangouts. Quite frankly, it was a frat boy's wet dream.

Though he normally kept his appearance in casual disorder or respectable smoothness, he chose a look that leaned in the opposite direction for his venture into the new establishment. His hair was a messy twist of slightly separated locks, the bleach blond color more noticeable with his dark roots showing on purpose for contrast. He wore completely black in the form of slacks and long sleeves to cover himself against the cold air. Not that he really needed the protection, being a naturally cold creature, but sometimes even he could feel a shiver due to the weather.

Hayate sidled easily through the crowd, his keen and observant eyes absorbing everything around him. As far as he was concerned, he was keeping his distance from others and promoting a sense of singular self. So many others danced with partners, connected to somebody's hip or everybody's hips. Hayate seemed more a preying creature amongst the fold, his eyes on everyone and no one. He headed towards a small bar set up right beside the dance floor for the night, nowhere near the size or impressiveness as the main bar, and relaxed upon one of the stools. His arm propped itself upon the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd and gleaming in the dim lights brighter than all the rest.

He was here to watch, and there was a devious quality to his expression and appearance. Even his posture spoke of something else: the detached sense of a predator. Someone who was sure of himself and his position, and he did not need anyone to tell him what he was — he knew.

Glancing up, Hayate's eyes locked with someone else's through a sea of faces. For some reason, she stood out to him and caught his attention.