One of Fan's
Summer was not Sariel's favorite time. Thankfully, it was cool and cloudy today. That didn't mean he wasn't sulkily contemplating the hordes of tourists and other idiots that were likely to swarming his favorite spots in town.
Except here, the people here were at least his kind, idiots or no. Look, if he didn't have contradictions he probably wouldn't have fallen. He stood out on the club's steps up to the main door, smoking a cigarette, and watching who was coming in. Maybe there would be some company worth having.