Who: Avery and Max Where: the Brass Key When: January 17th, just after closing What: Avery's newest attempt to sate the dagger Warnings: language, blood, guts, murder
Avery Weston had been frequenting the Brass Key ever since he'd become old enough to drink, and he knew its nooks and crannies. It was like a home away from home to him, so it might have been only natural that he'd choose the place to fulfill the dagger's increasingly urgent need for more blood. Emma had only held it over for so long, and he'd been forced to make increasingly deeper cuts in his own skin while he tried to come up with a plan. Beneath his clothes, he was bandaged in numerous areas. Something had to be done, and this was a decent idea, he thought.
Ten minutes or so before last call, he'd gotten up and gone to the back as if to use the restroom. There was an exit door back there, and he figured anyone who might still be at the bar would think he'd left that way, if they'd even noticed he was there at all. Instead of the restroom, he'd entered the supply closet across the hall and left the door cracked just enough that he could see out. All he'd have to do was wait for everyone to leave except the old guy who ran the Key, and then he'd slip out of his hiding place. Surely he could manage to kill a dude more than twice his age, particularly with the element of surprise on his side.
Avery'd left his jacket in the car, and he stood quietly in the storage closet, the dagger in one hand, a still figure in faded jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. His expression was calm and yet somehow tense at the same time; his jaw was clenched and his eyes were dilated and full of darkness. He was nothing and no one, just as he'd always felt himself to be, but there was one difference: he didn't mind it anymore. There was one purpose that remained to him, and he was serving it now. Nothing else mattered.
The light available to him dimmed, and he realized that Max had turned out the main lights up front. Surely he'd come back this way soon to check the bathroom for stragglers, to do paperwork in the office. Avery shifted his weight silently and exhaled a silent breath before drawing another one in.