Hobnobbing with the Plebians Who: Ezra and Sebastian Where: Heme When: An hour or so after sundown
It seemed ridiculous, even shameful, that Ezra hadn't yet been to Heme, the new vampire bar in town. Five whole nights had gone by, and he hadn't even driven by! Was he a vampire hunter or wasn't he? Definitely remiss. Well, at the very least, the lines to get in were dying down by today, so it only took him an hour to get inside, rather than two or three or eight.
So here he was. Wandering around the crowded club and taking note of everyone and everything with avid interest. He finally wound up at the bar, ordering a bloody mary without the actual blood, thank you, and waited there while it was made.
Usually Sebastian stayed firmly in the VIP sections when it came to clubs, he was too often mobbed by fans, and lately fangbangers who were suddenly his 'biggest fans' whether or not they had watched his movies before. Tonight he was having an odd desire to just sit at the bar. Of course, Sasha was in attendance to 'watch over him,' her code for his 'big head' getting him into some sort of trouble. Most of the time he just let her talk, and as long as his own plans were not impeded, he was fine with it.
Which led the vampire to where he was, coming up to sit at the bar.
Since he had long ago made a point of knowing of as many vampires as possible-- a fact made easier by the Light of May, another reason he was pleased with the whole event-- Ezra recognized the famous actor. He'd even made an attempt to watch one of his movies, though he hadn't been terribly impressed. It was hard to impress him when it came to entertainment.
It was hard to pass up the opportunity to at least say hello, though, when said famous actor of a vampire came and sat just a stool down from him at the bar. "Evening," he began, smiling amiably under his mustache. He was dressed well but comfortably, in the shoulder-clasping Chinese tunic and loose pants, and though he looked older than most of other club-goers, he didn't stand out too badly.
Sebastian turned to look when he hear a male voice greeting him, at the same time the pretty vampyric bartender passed him his glass of blood temperature A+. The same order he had placed before, and had not needed to be repeated aloud for it to be delivered. Good service.
Not just male, but an older male…with a mustache. Okay. He waited a beat before replying, his expression carefully kept clean of the confusion mixed with the ‘Oh no buddy, I don’t touch male fangbangers’ thought. “Evening,” the vampire said finally. Wondering what the hell was going on, and whether he really should have just stuck to the VIP section.
The pause amused Ezra. Did the vampire think he was some vampire groupie? What was the term they used these days-- fangbanger? How terribly gauche. Or was this vampire just standoffish in general? Or perhaps he was simply surprised to be addressed by someone who probably didn't look like he belonged. Any reaction was possible. "I didn't think you famous types left your special section," he commented. "The one for Very Important People."
Knowing that Sasha’s eyes were on him the entire time, as well as knowing damn well he had his vampyric bonuses to rely on, Sebastian felt he had absolutely nothing to worry about from this guy. Even if he turned out to be some crazed lunatic. Besides, who would be stupid enough to attack a vampire in a vampire bar. One of the drawbacks of the Light of May, now Sebastian actually had to think about such things seriously.
“Well you know,” slipping into his talkative mode, he answered. “Sometimes you just get the urge to mix and mingle with the general populace. See what the man or woman on the street has to think or say.” Total bullshit, but okay.
"An interesting urge," Ezra mused. "I am admittedly surprised every time one of the Very Important People have such an urge. If I had a private balcony, I doubt I would leave it to mingle."
Especially when they look like they's casing you when you're not lookin', Eduardo snickered, the spirit coming up to join him. Ezra, receiving his drink finally, flicked the ghost a glance before taking a sip. The fellow was getting a bit tiresome, his amusement factor running low. Perhaps it was time to get a new one. Though if he was right and the vampire was still wary of him, at least he was still useful.
To Sebastian, he continued, "Sebastian something or another, isn't it? The actor fellow?" It hardly even counted as small talk, but he did wonder what Sebastian would think of that, knowing his name and everything. A casual fan? Or would he be more suspicious? If he even was, to begin with.
"Van Cleve," Sebastian finished, having even less patience for the man, pegging him as an everyday (if completely weird) schmuck. If he had known that the guy was hearing ghosts, he would have left immediately. He had no time for spirits of the dead, he barely had time for those who were undead. "You're right though, I shouldn't be down here, crazy urges aside I have a redhead over there who seems to want an autograph." More than an autograph, of course, and he would likely (at this point) indulge her little vampire fantasy.
With a trademark shadow of his grin, he raised his glass to the other man, "So you have a good time, the owners of this place would want you to. I'm just going to go," he pointed to the VIP section. "Back where I belong now."
Ezra laughed and raised his glass to the vampire. "Go enjoy your special seating, sir. I'll stay down here where I belong." Ah, vampires. Sometimes they were so interesting, and sometimes they were so predictable. "A pleasure meeting you."
Only not really, Eduardo added with another snicker. Ezra simply nodded agreement, though Sebastian could take that nod however he chose.
Sebastian nodded, his trademark grin on his face, tipping two fingers in a mockery of a salute and headed off on his way. There was a redhead with a sultry smile and questionable virtue waiting to see him, it seemed. Ah, looked like it would be a good night.