Who: Adrian and Bran What: matchup Where: Target When: Sat. evening Warnings: it involves Bran, so...he's always a warning
While Bran planned on hitting up a bar later tonight, probably with Sylvie if she had time. Bran liked having a friend who enjoyed chaos as much as him. The vampire didn't play well with others in the best of times and this place rarely brought out the best of times. Besides, Sylvie didn't care if Bran got into trouble unlike his older brother.
Tonight he found himself in Target. Sadly, the vampire needed a few new t-shirts and, as much as he fucking hated Target, and being there made him want to literally rip off heads, the price was right for the vampire. At least he'd started making money at the casino.
He wrinkled his nose at the Easter display. But, better than the Patriotic shit that would soon hit the shelves.