Drink with me to days gone by Who: Laurent and Odette Where: Heme When: Before midnight
Compared to last night, Laurent was not having as much fun. Wandering around Scarlet Oak had been a lot more entertaining than serving out blood to the vampire patrons and drinks to the mortals who came to mingle or watch. Or perhaps offer out their own blood because they wanted to know what it was like to get bitten, to sleep with a vampire, any variety of thoughts that flitted through their minds. Laurent did not really care why most of them were there because most of them did not interest them at all. Boring little fragile things that caught his eye only if they were pretty and usually his eyes flitted right back off to another one. None of them were quite unique enough and the fact that they were in a vampire bar was just indicative that perhaps they were following the fad. Vampires were cool now - or devils depending on which side you took - and if he allowed himself to get a feel for the room he imagined he would not altogether like what he found.
Instead, he stood back and let the other bartender take care of the next order, cleaning off the glasses that had been returned while his mind wandered. A few nights ago he had gone and searched for Rae's dreams, unsurprised that she had not talked to him even there. She could be so stubborn when it came to practically everything, even when it was just her subconscious at work. I wonder if she's come here yet. Deny it thought she would Laurent still knew that she would move when he did, just as she could not have looked over the fact that he would do the same. Others might not understand but Laurent did not really care about them. Hell, he still had the ring he had gotten her all those decades ago tucked away on the inside pocket of the jacket he was wearing. Just in case she walked through the door and decided to forgive him. Not that I need the forgiveness, he reminded himself, setting the glass aside and reaching for the next. I hadn't even done anything.
Then he caught a glimpse of a face he could not be seeing. Blinking he gave his head a shake and craned his neck to peer through the crowd until his eyes fell on... well damn, think of the devil and she would appear. That was most definitely Odette, the very woman Rae had gotten so jealous over all those years ago in Montreal. And she was standing in Heme. Certain that he was awake only because he could not sleep, Laurent leaned onto the bar and called out, grinning all the while, "Lady, your beauty still cuts to the quick, please accept a humble token of my appreciation for honoring me with that and take this drink." O- fae blood if he remembered correctly, and he usually did.