Re: Logan + Bruce + OPEN
This. This was the worst part of the evening: looking out and thinking about what he could be doing, and some idiot in a suit tried to talk to him. "Not enough," he said on a grunt. He could never drink enough to make his mind fuzzy for more than a minute...
Familiar scent. He almost brushed it off, because of course there would be familiar scents when there were this many people...but this one made him think of blood on pavement, not a pretentious rich snob. He looked over at the man who'd come up beside him, and deliberately sniffed - he at least tried to be subtle about it. He hoped it was appreciated.
"Huh." It was half a grunt, half amused comment on the idea that they had indeed met before. And that was all he'd say on the matter; he didn't care for masks, but he knew something of subterfuge - the fewer people who knew he was close to two centuries old, the better.
But at least now he'd talk to someone and not just stab his way out the windows. "Ain't my usual night, that's for sure."