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You're the one that I need, I'm the one that you loathe
Who: Bianca and Nic
Where: A bar
When: Later evening

Drinking once should have been enough. Would have been enough if not for the fact that the other person Bianca had been drinking with was touchy-feely. And even drunk Bianca was not all that big on physical shows of affection. Not with people she was not actually with at that. Which probably explained why she did not have all that many friends - on top of the being creepy and slightly anti-social part. Ronnie was actually quite an odd choice for a friend seeing as how the other girl was very religious and Bianca was very not. Well, she knew all of the verses and the creeds and such, but she followed none of them. Mostly because anything even slightly related to religion made her stomach roll. Just the sight of Ronnie's Bible had been eye-twitch worthy and knowing that she kept it in the apartment... Bianca was sure that was the reason she could feel a migraine coming on. One of the ever-more constant migraines.

So she had made sure that Ronnie was safely in bed before she slipped out, wearing a simple pair of jean shorts, a black tanktop and flip-flops. Because who dressed up when all they were doing was going to a bar to get more drunk? Bad idea with the migraine coming. Or maybe it might actually help head it off. She had never actually tried to use alcohol as medication before so... hmmm... maybe that was an idea worth trying out. Being underage was not something she was worried about once she got inside because there were always guys willing to buy her a drink or two if she would just give them a smile. Giving one such man a smile she accepted the strong fruity drink she was given by the bartender and slipped off into a corner to nurse it on her own, ignoring the music and chatter as she tried to block out any onsetting bits of pain.

Working at Heme was a better plan than Nic could have ever imagined. He spent his time people watching and listening to the inner thoughts of the vampires that came and went. In no other place would he use his powers so actively, and yet he didn't have to do anything with them unless it was necessary. It kept him entertained and, better yet, it kept him employed. It also kept Liliya from turning him over to the police, though he'd heard little from her lately. That was just fine by him. The only thing being a bouncer at Heme didn't provide was a good drink, seeing as how their specialty was blood. He couldn't drink on the job anyways. On this particular night, he stopped off at a bar between his place and Heme, buying himself a beer before scouting out the bar. While he could do just fine on his own, a little company was always nice.

The girl in the corner looked lonely... or unhappy. Something like that. Or maybe it was just his brain that tuned in to a girl sitting alone who didn't send off taken vibes. Either way, he wandered over to her and gave her a little smile. "Want some company?" he asked. Might as well be upfront. Asking if she came there often sounded stupid and he'd never been good at cheesy pick-up lines.

Bianca glanced up from her drink a few moments after the man asked if she wanted any company. Partially because she had not really registered that he was talking to her and partially because well, it was Bianca. She tended to block out other people when she was in public. There was that whole general feeling that they were not worth her time after all. But after she took another drink she realized that he was standing right there and she glanced up, unblinking as she studied the rather-tall person who had spoken. Hopefully it was dark enough in the club so that he would just think her eyes were a very dark brown because, thanks to the oncoming migraine, they were beginning to do that turning black thing. Again. "Oh... you can sit down if you want," she replied, her voice as level and unassuming as ever. Though he was sort of cute with those eyes and she had been drinking. "I'm not saving it for anyone."

The moment she looked up Nic knew there was nothing she could say that would turn him away. He'd never seen anyone's eyes turn the shade hers currently were, short of looking at himself in the mirror, and he wondered if she even knew it was happening. Half the time he didn't know himself, though he'd slowly come to register is was an effect of not exercising his powers enough. That and the migraines. Nic wondered if she suffered from the same curse as himself, but that wasn't something he could just ask outright. "Thanks," he said, smiling as he took a seat. "Just hanging out?" Guys occasionally came to drink by themselves, but he knew even fewer girls that did so. She also seemed young, but he could always be wrong. Nic had never been all that great with reading people's ages.

Bianca had absolutely no idea what her eyes were doing, and if she did then she would have gone home and found her colored contacts to correct the problem. Nor did she think that anyone else might know that it meant something because she did not know it could happen to anyone else. It was just a little genetic problem after all, right? "Yes," she replied to the question, sipping at her drink again. The young woman had reached that pleasant plateau where everything was warm and fuzzy, a rare state for her, but the migraine was still teasing around the edges of her mind and she only hoped that she would remember that no, alcohol did not help. "It seemed like a good idea at the time. Most people were avoiding me because apparently a girl on her own is some sort of a red flag. Or an invite." Normally for the more unpleasant sorts who were balding or just plain unimpressive. This man seemed neither of the above and Bianca had to think for a moment to decide that she was not too terribly bothered by his presence. Yet.

"You're not a red flag, are you? Not going to sprout fangs or read my mind?" he asked with a smirk. He knew she wasn't the first and if she was the second, then she was ignoring him completely. If she was truly bothered by him inviting himself over, then he'd leave, but he didn't think the jab was necessarily meant to drive him away. With so many different kinds of people out there now, it didn't really surprise him that a girl might be a little more cautious about meeting random strangers. Then again, it was a little odd that she told him she was alone. That was not something he would have advised, if he was still a cop. But he wasn't. Nic took a sip to that, feeling glad for once that he didn't have to even try to behave.

Red flag... hmmm... Bianca twirled the drink in her hands and a little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She could be considered a red flag depending on who was asked and what the circumstances were. Though the insinuation, however joking, made the smile vanish. "I'm no supernatural," she informed the man firmly. No hostility in her tone, no change in her tone at all for that matter, she just wanted it said so that he knew. Scaring him off purposefully was not exactly her intention - again, he had pretty eyes and she was enjoying looking at them right then - but sometimes it happened without her trying. The vibe. "Some people think I'm a red flag though. You might want to save yourself and go flirt with the pretty girl at the bar before I scare you and you can't walk home alone in the dark." Yeah, definitely past the tipsy line if she was talking like that. Though if the right topic did come up then she could be a little scary.

Nic laughed, thoroughly amused by the idea that there was anything out there that he should be scared of. His black magic was enough that he could at least escape from a demon and vampires were about as harmless as mice to him. Maybe if he came across a werewolf he would be in trouble, which reminded him that he should start carrying some kind of silver weaponry on his person. There was no law saying a werewolf couldn't visit a vampire bar, so it seemed like a good idea. "I'll take my chances," he smirked. "Besides, I'm pretty good at scaring people off all on my own. I figure I should at least strike out before heading back to the bar to try again." A much better line would have included something like 'why when they prettiest girl's right here' or something along those lines. Nic only thought of it afterwards and then was glad it hadn't passed his lips.

Was he laughing at her? So maybe she was small and looked completely harmless but Bianca... thought oddly. And right then she was thinking of several different ways that she could defend herself and none of them were ones that she felt like sharing with a guy with pretty eyes who came up to her at a bar. Although some of her thoughts were also about how good-looking men were just as capable of being the sort she should not be around as ugly ones. Like he could be a supernatural of some sort. Curious now, she reached out and touched his hand, a little relieved to not find it icy cold. So at the very least he was not a vampire. For some reason those felt like they might be the ones she needed to watch out for the most. Demons, after all, seemed to not touch her. But oh, that was a more interesting line of thought. "Oh, so you're actually trying? I wasn't quite sure whether you were just being friendly." A slightly foreign concept, hence why she always missed it when people were just trying to be friendly.

"Maybe," he smiled, curious as to why she'd reached out and touched him. If she was a touch-know, then she'd just gotten way too much insight into his brain, but it hadn't sent her running. If she'd cursed him... Nic was just going to say she didn't, since he didn't think he'd have a clue either way. He couldn't come up with much more she could have done in such a little touch. "I was being friendly, and then you became interesting," Nic said. It wasn't just her eyes that made him curious, but the fact that she'd so deliberately thrown out that she wasn't a supernatural. Did she consider a magic user to be a supernatural? He was one regardless, but it was a good question to pose since everyday humans could learn to use magic. "Do you have a headache?" he asked, sitting back in his seat as he took another sip of his beer.

Still smiling. Normal people do smile all of the time, remember that. Bianca did not usually remember what normal people did since she was so different about it all. Like the light touch there to ensure herself he was not a vampire, though it did nothing to say whether he was any of the multitude of other things. "I did something interesting?" she asked, honestly a little puzzled by that. All she had done was sit there, drink her drink and say a few things. No, nothing all that attention-catching that she could recall. But then, then things became odd because he asked about her head. Blinking, Bianca leaned forward a little, puzzlement actually showing on her face. "Yes, actually. It just started awhile ago... how did you know?" She had not touched her head or made any movement or indication that she had one. Wait, had he known because she touched him? Was he one of those?

Nic ignored the first question because he couldn't easily throw out there was made her interesting. It was a better answer to the second question, which allowed him to ease into it a bit more slowly. "Just a guess," he said. "When I get migraines, my eyes turn dark... like yours are now." Black as night and not completely human. Nic knew that and he was willing to guess the rest of the patrons in the bar would guess that. It was a red flag, even if she wasn't aware of it at the moment. He'd run into it enough in life to know when it was happening just by the look on people's faces when they met his eyes. "Drinking usually doesn't help, but I do it anyways." And if she didn't know what she was, he could understand the appeal. Nothing would work for her, nothing but time or playing with the dead.

Instantly, Bianca was sitting straight up, her eyes flat as her fingers tightened almost painfully around her glass. Her eyes were going dark. He could see that her eyes were darker than they should be and worse, he was remarking on it. People did that sometimes and it never went all that well on her end. Bianca was so against being different in a way that people could know just by looking at her that every time it came up it was like she had been personally offended. "I... what?" His eyes went black? But they were such a pretty, light blue! "How do you... what do you mean, your eyes do this? This is just a little problem that I have that the doctors don't know the cause of." Like my blo- no, not thinking about my blood. "Other people can't..." Flustered, she was actually flustered right then. If other people had this then that would mean it was not a one-person thing. It meant there were others like her and if there were others like her then that could mean... no. Impossible. He was lying.

Oh, he'd definitely touched on a nerve. Nic had the feeling that, if he didn't want the conversation to come to an abrupt end, he needed to tread carefully. She seemed like a nice girl, if a little bit defensive, but he'd dealt with far worse and he'd much rather befriend another necromancer than send her running. "I get migraines, sometimes just for hours, but they can last days. The doctors don't know what to do about it and if I let them poke at me, they'd rather try and figure out what's wrong with my blood." Nic hadn't been to the doctor since he was a child, long before the Light of May. These days he just preferred to avoid doctors, since he already knew they could do nothing for him. "But yeah, my eyes do that. They go black until the migraine fades, unless I do something about it first."

Migraines that lasted for hours or days and his eyes turned dark and his blood? Bianca almost, almost, wanted to ask what was wrong with his blood. She had the strangest feeling that she already knew though and that she might not like the answer all that much. Because there was no way that he could know that she had blood that was different - I'm not thinking about that! I was definitely not going to think about my blood - so... perhaps he was telling the truth. Maybe his eyes really went black when he had headaches and his blood was not - wait, what was that? Did he say that there was something he did that made the migraines go away? Presuming that he had the same problem, which Bianca was still not sold on, then it seemed that he knew of a way to make the headaches stop. Medication did not work. Drinking was clearly not helping no matter how relaxed it made her. Resting did no good. "Unless you do something first?" Bianca asked, unable to stop herself. "Your... problem, you can fix it? Just make it go away?"

Though Nic was certain he had her undivided attention, he didn't think she'd be too keen on the answers he could provide. Even people who were pro-supernatural didn't jump for joy at the thought of corpse animation; most just thought it was gross. Maybe she could get into hanging around Heme and evesdropping on the mental conversations of vampires. He knew he was enjoying it, but then Nic had grown up knowing what he was and what was out there. That might not be the case for everyone else. "Yeah, pretty much. It's kind of like when you get a leg cramp and you have to get up and walk it off. If you sit there and do nothing, it lasts longer." And if you don't walk at all, it happens more often. "I'd tell you about it, but it's not really something I broadcast. Unless we really have the same problem..." It was up to her to decide if she wanted to hear it. Nic certainly wasn't going to force it, but he did want her to admit something was wrong.

Bianca was the opposite of pro-supernatural. But on the same note she was utterly fascinated with anything dealing with death. Had she not been so completely freaked out that time when her dead cat moved then she probably would have enjoyed it. Death was just that one thing that she happened to enjoy, not that anyone really knew it. "You're a little confusing," Bianca informed him. Tipsyness did not help with her overall ability to understand things. Especially not things like this that would have confused or made her uneasy even when she was completely sober. "I've tried doing things when I have a migraine and it doesn't help at all. Can't really stretch out your mind." Unless you were one of those so-called psychics who did things with their minds. And as much as she did not want to admit that her problem could be shared - because that was a world of possibilities she did not want - he seemed to know too much about it. "What is your problem, exactly?"

"It's confusing because I'm avoiding the center of the subject," Nic said, smiling as he took another sip of beer. He could stretch out his mind, but it was only useful if there were dead bodies or vampires around. Nic wasn't entirely sure how to tell her to do so without a focus. "I don't go around telling people what I am because it either freaks them out or pisses them off, depending on what they are themselves," he said. He'd had enough recent experience with that to know he really should keep his mouth shut from here on out. "And I wouldn't tell a random stranger in a bar, but I'm pretty sure it's something we have in common, so maybe I don't have to worry about you running off to tell the world." Nic stalled for a moment more, considering his options. He could keep silent or he could clue her in on what she was. He might feel bad about the first, but the later had the potential to blow up in his face. Oh, well. "I'm a necromancer, which means I was born with the ability to animate the dead and hear their thoughts."

That was a very good point. Bianca might have realized it herself if not for the alcohol buzzing through her veins and the headache pounding dully at the back of her mind. Perhaps not the best combination in the world and the two together were leaving her not as quick to, well, react to anything as she normally would have. Of course she understood freaking people out since she did it on a regular basis just by opening her mouth or reading certain books but - what?! He was a supernatural! Bianca's face twisted slightly and she briefly considered the benefits of tossing her drink in his face and stalking off before it sunk in the rest of the way. He claimed to suffer from things like her - his blood. His blood is wrong, he said the doctors... - and he was telling her because he thought she would not run off and tell other people. "Have you had too much to drink?" Bianca asked at last, her voice as cold as she could make it to try and disguise the unwanted tremble that was there. She was nothing. He could be whatever he wanted no matter how wrong it was to be not-human but Bianca was a full-fledged human. Born - don't know who my parents really are - and raised. "No one animates the dead. They're dead, in the ground, nothing brings the dead back." Remember Edgar? No! I was delirious! "You're... that's not a real thing."

"I often do, but this is my first," Nic said, holding up his beer before finishing it off. She was definitely not happy about his answer, but that was what he'd expected from the start. There were days when Nic was as unhappy as she was now, but that didn't change it from being a fact. "I can't bring them back," Nic clarified. "And if they're in the ground already, I'm too lazy to dig them up. But I can make them move. Like puppets. Vampires count, but don't really appreciate the manipulation." Boy had he learned that lesson hard. If he was going to mess around with vampires again, then he needed to do so without being caught. And he probably needed to do it far away from Heme, otherwise he'd be out another job. "It's real. I'm real," he said, leaning forward a bit. "But we haven't gone all public the way the others have. There's no necromancer conference or hierarchy organizing a declaration of our rights. My guess is that announcing our existence will make our life more difficult, so why bother?"

Make dead bodies move. Bianca set her drink down and leaned forward, elbows on her knees with her hands clutching her forehead. She had a very, very good reason for having blocked out the memory of what she had done with her cat. No, not what she had done, what had happened. Edgar had been dead and all she had wanted, all she had asked for, was him to move and meow again... and he had. No one else knew that that had happened and Bianca had always intended on keeping it even from herself. But hearing someone else say that he could make dead bodies move? Someone who knew nothing about her, not even her name, and yet he knew things. Had things about him that were the same as all the oddities about her. Bianca completely ignored the part where this was not human, that none of this could happen to a human, and just focused in on how she was definitely not drunk enough to be coming up with this on her own. She also ignored the comments about a declaration of rights - that are undeserved! Humans rights are enough for everyone - and lifted her face up to peer at him through her fingers. "What color is your blood?"

Nic wondered how he might have reacted if he'd found out what he was later in life, rather than so early on. With his family as entrenched in magic as it was, it hadn't been a complete and total shock, but for a plain, vanilla human to find out that they could raise zombies had to be life altering. Personally, he thought it was pretty cool, except for all the repercussions. He wasn't even going to mention those, since it could only do more harm than good. "Black," he answered, then reached into his back pocket to pull out his pocket knife. All it took was a little slice of his skin to pull a drop of blood to the tip of one finger. He held it out, then smeared it down, showing that it was indeed black, then stuck his finger in his mouth. It was a bad habit, but he'd rather clean off the blood that way than wipe it on his jeans. "What about yours?"

He said black and before Bianca could ask for proof, which she fully intended on doing, he was pulling a knife out and cut his finger. Bianca pulled back immediately, her face pale as she shook her head. Normally she dealt with blood just fine. She was good about blood and could have spent all day dealing with blood. Nice, normal red blood. Here she had thought that it was only her blood that she had a problem with, but, as became shockingly apparent at exactly that moment, her problem was really with blood that wasn't the color it should be. Her head was rushing, her stomach rebelling, and Bianca had to press her hand over her mouth in that age-old motion as she barely kept from throwing up right there on the spot. It took a few minutes for her to steady herself, dark eyes huge on a too pale face as she took deep breaths. "Black," she replied quietly. "Sorry, I don't... like my blood. Your blood. It's not right; it's supposed to be red." His blood was the same as hers. His eyes, very much blue then, did the same thing that hers did. Only difference was that he claimed he could make the dead do things, knew what he was and seemed completely okay with it. Bianca was a completely different story.

If she hadn't explained, Nic would have just assumed that the sight of blood made her squeamish. Growing up with a blood witch in the family, the sight of blood was a little too common, and sometimes he did things that made other people look at him funny. This wouldn't have been the first time. He waited patiently, expecting her answer when she finally spoke again. Nic didn't think she would have gotten quite so wound up if her blood had been red like everyone else's. "I suppose so," Nic shrugged. "But mine's never been red, so I can't really say it's wrong for me. My grandfather had black blood, too, and could do the same things I can." Necromancy tended to run strictly in magical families, so how did she know nothing about it? He wanted to ask, but didn't think now was the time to be prying into her life. She was dealing with enough that Nic's version of twenty questions wasn't likely to help.

The way that he was talking and reacting made Bianca remember to act a little more like herself. It was like this was all just natural for him. Like he had grown up knowing that he was different and thought that there was not a thing wrong with it. "It is wrong," Bianca said, a little more forcefully than she had meant to. All of these emotions were playing through her and she was simply not used to them. She was not an emotional person by any means and yet right now, with someone right there who was claiming he was not human and that they were the same - that she was not human either - Bianca did not have the best grasp on herself. "Blood is red, every living thing has red blood. Except me, us." That was weird to admit. More than one person with blood like hers and from what he said they were not alone. "No one in my family..." And that was where she stopped, closing her eyes as she leaned back in the chair. She could not claim that. She did not even know if it were true. For all she knew her mother had had the same problem.

"With all the craziness in the world these days, why's it bother you so much to be different? Most people are and don't even know it," Nic said. He was willing to bet at least half the people in the bar were either a supernatural of some sort or had blood lines that provided them with additional powers. They might not know it, they might deny it or fight it, but that didn't mean it wasn't true. "Blood color doesn't matter any more than skin color and no one would know unless you told them. It doesn't make you any less human." And even if it did, Nic was pretty sure he could handle being a were of some sort. It always sounded cool to him, being able to change into an animal, but that was probably from watching too many movies. He didn't have a clue what he'd do if he could really turn into something else.

Bianca had no reason at all to tell this man why it bothered her to be different. Because she was different from everyone she had grown up with in almost every single way. It bothered her on a deep, usually unacknowledged plane that she could not be as much of a good child as her brother was when it came to things like going to church. Outwardly she never seemed to care and just went about life as she wanted. But for some reason this little thing, the color of her blood and being human, was a big deal. "It makes us less human," Bianca informed him, fingers curling into tight fists. "Humans don't have black blood or eyes." Deep down she had always known that was the case, the truth. But it hurt so much to think about, worse than any of the migraines she had had in her life to even partially acknowledge that she, Bianca Syme, might be whatever it was he had named. And that was not human. "My family, myself, we're pro-human rights." Her throat was burning, eyes stinging and she shook her head. I should have told him to go away when he sat down.

"But we're not less human," Nic stated calmly. "Both my parents are human. They bleed red. Their eyes don't change colors. And, to my knowledge, two humans can not have a non-human child." They were both magic-using born witches, but Nic considered them to be as much human as a learned witch. Now wasn't the time to bring up the frequency of demon blood in families baring necromancers--she might just have a breakdown there at the bar. "If your definition of human is someone who can't use magic, then no one's human. Anyone and everyone can learn magic if they want to, with the exception of vampires. People with elemental powers or psychic powers are born of parents lacking any unique ability. Maybe it's a genetic mutation, but if anything it's evolution. You make it sound like we're a different species and you've lost all your rights."

How the hell could he be calm about this? How could he be talking so matter-of-factly and acting as though he were not just as much of a freak as she clearly was? And magic? When had magic come into the discussion? "Perhaps mommy didn't just sleep with daddy," Bianca said in the coldest tone she could manage, crossing her arms over her chest. "Because black and black doesn't make red last time I checked. And I don't give a damn about what those supernaturals can do, how they do it, how it gets there. I don't care because I'm not one. They're a different species, all of them, and should just have stayed content pretending to be human! Like they should be!" She was starting to shake, a sick feeling building up in her stomach as she tried again to fight against the fact, the idea, that she was not human. That she was a supernatural. No no no no!

Nic stared at her, his cool beginning to fade as the implication that his mother had been fucking some animal for him to end up this way. The more she rambled, the angrier he got, and by the time she was finished his temper was simmering beneath the surface, his eyes gone dark in anger-- it was a problem of his; they changed with his temper, rather than just from the magic. He'd been good so far, nice even, but he wasn't going to hold his tongue when she clearly needed to be put in her place. "Magic runs in the blood, sweetheart, and yours says that at least one of your parents was a born witch. Deny it all you want; it won't change what you are. It won't make the migraines go away, it won't clear your eyes, and it won't change the color of your blood. If you say we're not human, that's just your opinion, but remember it's your rights you're willing to give away now, not just someone else's."

His eyes were changing. Bianca felt her breath catch as she watched that pretty blue darken to a shade of black that she was far, far too familiar with. For a moment, just a moment, she regretted having said what she did about his parents but that flickered and faded the moment he made a remark about magic in her blood. "You are insane," she informed him. The more he talked the less she believed him and the more she reaffirmed to herself that this was all just a fluke. His blood just happened to be black, his eyes just happened to do the same thing that hers did. It was all chance. The alcohol that she had floating around in her system and the onsetting migraine helped a lot with that. "Not my rights," Bianca said as she stood, swaying a little on her feet. "My rights are those of any human and they're already set. Just because you're a... a... a freak doesn't mean that I am." She needed to wear her colored contacts more often to prevent things like this.

He wouldn't have been so angry if he hadn't been willing to be so honest with her from the beginning. Now Nic wondered what he'd been thinking for trying to help someone he didn't even know. She was in the dark and wanted to stay in the dark. If that was the way she wanted to live her life, so be it, but it'd be a shorter one for it, and probably much more miserable. "When you're done calling the kettle black, come find me at Heme. Until then, fuck you," Nic said coldly, then eyed her as she swayed, scowling more at himself than her. This was his own damn fault. He should have kept his mouth shut. Instead he'd told an ignorant little girl what he was and what he could do, only to have her call him names so he could lose his temper. They might as well have been throwing rocks at each other at this point for all the good it did them.

Bianca did not care what he said. He could tell her to do anything and she would - wait, Heme?! "Someone like you would work for the blood suckers, wouldn't you?" the young woman sneered as she started to step away. Vampires were a direct negative association in her mind, nothing more and nothing less and she did not give a damn who knew it. If there was a supernatural that could be considered worse than all the rest then surely, surely it was them. The ones who could not survive without the blood of others. They who lived longer than anyone deserved to and had strange powers. No, no vampires were the worst and to know that this man who she might share traits with, who might be the same as her, made Bianca's skin crawl. The black-eyed gaze she gave him was amazingly blank however and her face was suddenly smooth. "You won't be seeing me again. Not someone like you." Now all she wanted to do was go home and curl up and hope that Ronnie was still fast asleep and did not even know she had gone.

He'd had mixed results in interacting with vampires, but found that if he didn't push their buttons then they wouldn't push his. That was definitely the route he needed to go if he were to stay alive in this town and she'd do her best to learn that as well. The way she spoke of supernaturals was likely to get her killed faster than being a necromancer. "I keep them in line," Nic said, his glare not wavering for even a second. "But you wouldn't know anything about that." Nic paused, his head turning slightly to the side as he looked back into her eyes, just as black as his own. "Ignorance doesn't make you more human, you know." If she wanted to think of them all as monsters, then so be it. It wasn't his job to change her mind or hand her a mirror. "Oh, I'm sure we'll run into each other," Nic said with a twist of his lips. Eventually she'd want answers, but when she was ready she'd have to come find him. He didn't even know her name.

"It's not ignorance," Bianca retorted, even though she knew full well that it was. And how could he say he kept vampires in line when he worked with them? At their place? That was not in line! Her emotionless mask broke and a sneer slid into its place as she tossed her head and started for the door. Sure she was a little uneasy on her feet but she did not have all that far to go before she was back at the apartment. "Might want to ask mommy about that sleeping around thing, she if she thinks you're grown up enough to know the truth yet." Feeling satisfied with herself for just a moment, Bianca pushed the door open and stepped out into the not-so-cool night air, head buzzing with more than just the alcohol and oncoming migraine.

Nic glued his ass to the seat, sure that if he budged it would be to smack her for a comment like that. While he hated to let her have the last word, he also didn't want to stoop down to that level and nothing that came to mind was appropriate for vocalization. As soon as the door shut behind her-- unfortunately not hitting her on the way out-- Nic stood from his seat and returned to the bar. Sure, the bartender looked terrified of him, but most people didn't have the balls to say anything about his eyes when he was as pissed off as he currently was. All he had to do was remind himself that she hadn't won the argument just because she got the last word in-- he knew who was right between the two of them and that was enough.