Making Friends and Influencing Tails Who: Connie, Isolde, and OPEN Where: Heme (because it's the hopping joint) When: Just after sunset
Isolde was excited although nervous too. She had trouble getting into Heme once before though she had eventually gotten in. Once the bike was parked, she was already sliding off getting rather good at it too. And getting rather good at ignoring the tail's advances. Let it do what it would. It wasn't bothering her. Jeans stylishly ripped and a bodice with a printed design were the clothes for the evening. Although the design was a picture of a cupcake with a fanged mouth eating a person. Some of her scars were on display as well... They were going to a vampire friendly facility - why bother hiding them? "If we don't find anyone friendly in here, we won't find anyone friendly ever again. Fact."
"Aw, that's not true," Connie laughed. "I've never been in this bar, and I've met tons of friendly people, even just here in Scarlet Oak." He hooked an arm briefly around her waist as he climbed off and started for the door. "Like you!" At the door, he let her go again and opened it, glad the lines to get in had finally died down and people could just walk in. Past the bouncer, anyway, but given how not-terribly-exclusive this place was, there was no trouble getting in.
"Yes, well, you're insane," she said cheerily, obviously teasing him. After all, he wasn't really insane by anyone's standards. There was no trouble for him but the bouncer did give her a look and she flashed her fangs in an entirely unpleasant way before moving on. There was a muttered 'oh right. You' as she put her arm around Connie's waist from the bouncer. "Hurray, party! Time for drinks and bothering people! Think we should just walk up to tables?"
"That," Connie said, grinning, "is entirely up to you. Whether you want to seek out people to bother or whether you want people to come to you!" He did, however, start them off in the direction of the bar so they could grab something to drink. Man, he loved vampire bars. They were so easy. As long as they were, you know, clean and humane and stuff.
"I think we should do both!" Isolde added a little shimmy to her hips, trying to be cute and enticing and attention getting all at the same time. Hell, with him and his tail and her scars, they were already getting strange looks and curious ones. And then she remembered something that she hadn't asked as they walked to the bar, "What's your type anyhow?"
And his tail was quite happily soaking up the attention, waving this way and that, curling around her calf for two steps before letting go and coiling itself almost into a knot, then flipping itself out straight again. "Type? Oh, blood type?" Reaching the bar, he answered her question and made a quick order all at the same time. He grinned cheerfully at the bartender and asked, "AB negative, please?" He had a boring blood type. No fae blood or angel blood or anything-- and thankfully no demon blood! "And for the lady?" He glanced at her in askance. This was his treat, thank you very much. At least the first round.
His tail was such an attention whore that it made Isolde laugh with a little shake of her head. She nodded at Connie when he worked out the meaning of her question. No, she didn't mean type of woman or something like that because she figured that all women were his type... She meant blood. Isolde leaned against the bar as he made his order then turned to her. Holding her fingers up in a peace sign and winking, she answered, "B positive, please and thank you." Then she looked at Connie, "It's totally my mantra."
She'd be right there: only a few "types" of women were not his type. "Not a bad mantra to have, if it includes the please and thank you," Connie grinned, though when the two bloods were delivered a moment later and he pulled out his wallet, he remembered why he also didn't like vampire bars: they bit into his cash flow pretty good, too. But he paid without a complaint, and lifted his glass to chink with hers. "Here's to making you some friends."
"It includes the please and thank you where applicable. Not everyone gets to have them," she fluttered her lashes at him like this was a very important distinction. Really it was. Sometimes people just needed to have the command 'be positive' shouted at them without any politeness at all. When he produced his wallet, she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Sláinte," she said after she picked up her glass and chinked it with his, "To making me friends. And if that doesn't work, doing dirty things with your tail." She arched an eyebrow with a faint smirk as she sipped from her glass.
"Hell, we could do dirty things with my tail even if you do make friends." Because hey, Connie was male, and she was pretty damn gorgeous, if he did say so himself. He grinned teasingly, sipped his blood, and motioned to the rest of the bar. "Have at."