InsaneJournal

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After sending off a quick message with a meeting place and a time on the night he was meant to take Leo out... somewhere... he still hadn't picked which bar. Eventually, as he had combed his hair back before stepping out the door, he had settled on Saint Vitus just for the irony of it. A couple of vampires in a darkly lit speak-easy style bar named after a Catholic Saint was just too good to pass up. He had slipped on silver reflective aviator shades which barely went with his simple black for the evening.

Weaving in and out of traffic on his Fatboy, he had pissed off a number of New York drivers, cutting them off and with an engine that was really louder than necessary for the city. When he finally got to the meeting place, he just pulled to the side and scanned the faces passing by or settled in waiting. It didn't take him long to figure out which one he was looking for. Ariel smirked and revved the engine just to be an annoyance, "Get on, bitch. We're burning moonlight." But he laughed then, shoving his fingers through his hair. "I don't have a helmet for you," he peered over his sunglasses, pale wolf-like eyes momentarily visible, "Hope that's not a problem."