Davin Maguire (eyeswideopen_) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-12-29 21:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-30, davin, elodie |
Which way is right, which way is wrong?
Who: Elodie and Davin
Where: Heme
When: close to 11pm
Davin was never truly the sort who enjoyed drinking alone. It had been true when he was alive and it was even more of an innate struggle now that his human life had long been over. Sure, he was much different now; he was jaded, and his attentions had more bite to them, pun absolutely intended. But to the core of him, Davin still enjoyed the company of others, especially when he was in a drinking mood. It didn't matter that his attempts at interaction sometimes ended awkwardly, that was just the way things were. The Wayward Son was not a stranger to that sort of thing, and rather than avoid the opportunity for making an ass out of himself, he was known for unabashedly plunging ahead into the nest of awkward he usually made for himself. Case in point: the fact that he'd gotten completely messed up on psychic blood before he'd decided to venture out. Sure, he ran the risk of something catastrophic happening on the way to his hazy destination, but he very nearly was too drunk to care. That, and he'd gotten some blood from a chain-smoker to sooth his nicotine addiction for another little while, which always put him in a good mood. It wasn't the same as working his way through a pack or two every day, but he would take what he could get.
Miraculously, Davin's footsteps led him safely to Heme, the vampire bar he happened to visit quite a bit. It was always interesting, the sort of people you could find inside. Some were regulars, some were first-timers, but everyone had a story, and there were even a fair amount of fang-bangers in attendance at any given time. It was easy to get lost in people-watching alone, and Davin did that every so often. Tonight, though, Davin wanted conversation, adventure, excitement. He walked straight up to the bar upon arrival and waved a bartender over with a smile. "O neg, if'n you please," he murmured in a warm voice, his eyes already flitting around the room to see what sort of trouble he could get himself into tonight. Trouble, if Davin was any judge, took the form of a brunette that he spotted. He subtly (which, in his intoxicated state looked more like he was leering at her) looked her up and down before he turned back to accept his drink, handing over what he thought was the correct amount of cash for the blood and a tip. He tipped the glass up to his lips and managed to not spill any, his eyes still trained on the beautiful woman he'd set his sights on. He was so messed up, Davin was having a hard time working out whether or not she was human. Stumbling enough to spill some of the blood on the floor as he approached her, Davin flashed a winning smile her way. "Good evening, miss," he managed to get out before he slipped on the spilled O-, sliding into a nearby chair. He grabbed the chair-back at the last moment, and kept himself from face-planting completely, but the attempt to look any kind of smooth was utterly wasted. "Phew, these floors sure are treacherous," he mused as he stood up again, checking to see if he'd gotten any blood on him. "I'm Davin, by the way. I'm not usually so clumsy, I think you stunned me with your beauty," he smoothed out, slurring only slightly. "Can I buy you a drink?"