7:15PM | A Table | Henry & OPEN
Getting to join the rest of the carnival for a meal was fairly rare for Henry and the young man was clearly in a good mood as he moved through the bustling tent. Part of him was aware that drinking blood in public was probably uncouth even if it was being offered. Certainly worse than putting one's elbows on the table or using the wrong utensil. But sometimes manners simply had to be put aside and now seemed like one of those times to him.
Carrying his (thankfully opaque) cup of bovine blood, he took a seat at one of the occupied tables and flashed a plainly eager smile. He was allowed to join them, wasn't he? Of course he was. "Good evening."