Ah, Heme. Ashcroft had heard much about this place the second he and his muse had set foot on Scarlet Oak. Some buzzing about the vampires, saying it was the hip place to go to.. or... something like that. His attention span ran dry at that point. All he knew was that Heme = bar for vampires. That was it. Sounded like it was too good to be true, like there was a catch or something. Part of him was hoping that he could dine on a live human that night, but nope. Everything was straight from the bottle. Blasphemy! This was no good. How could vampires live like this and be fine with it.
Good god, and there was a dance floor, too, filled with people who had their hair messed up and outfits wrinkled in all the wrong ways. That OCD side was starting to kick in and Ashcroft knew he'd be thrown out if he ran into the middle of the dance floor to button someone's shirt and redo their tie. Not proper etiquette, now was it? Only one thing could calm him down and that was a glass of some fine angelic blood. They had to have that lying around somewhere. Maybe had a choir boy or something on tap in the back for all he cared.
"A glass of angelic, good sir, preferably with a hint of air elemental." That would make his night, actually. To his delight, the bartender nodded, so Ashcroft smiled widely - albeit a rather twisted one - and took a seat right next to- "Oh my! Why, aren't you a lovely little sight." Ashcroft nodded to the child vampire next to him. She almost reminded him of Andraste when he first met her. This would definitely keep him amused.