who: Eric & Vlad what: A viking and a warlord out on the town. where: Viper's Nest when: Week 12; Monday, night rating: High, maybe, probably status: Closed | In progress
He hadn't seen Vlad in...ages, quite literally. The last time was London, around the time that awful book came out. Things had gotten complicated then, which was completely the younger vampire's fault, and not at all Stoker's. Eric could hardly remember what it'd been about in the first place though (something about Vlad drinking the last of the alcohol, and also maybe someone insane running around, causing havoc), but he kept the grudge going for amusement more than anything else.
Buried deep in that black, shriveled up heart of his, Eric was pleased to see Vlad again. He looked nearly the same; longer, wavy, and dark hair, and the moustache, the man dressed up in expensive clothes, cutting out quite the figure. Eric knew they looked striking standing side by side.
He'd been timely picking his friend up from his new (and massive) house, driving them to the city's most popular nightclub. Though the crowd wasn't as insane as it would be towards the weekend, there were still plenty of people.
Eric purchased them a private room on the third floor of the club where they were left in relative peace except for a couple of humans on staff for company and a different sort of refreshment. The blond wrapped an arm around the petite redhead at his side and bright eyes peered towards his friend. "So, you've decided to settle here for some time? Does the slave have anything to do with it or is it your need to get away from your family?"