in the back corner of the bar - sunday
He lit up, took a puff, and considered things.
He'd felt the shift of energies, as any wizard would, but he hadn't thought it would be something like this. Something so...
Damn. Nick. Nick was alive again. He'd missed the vampire (and he'd heard himself say something like that a few years ago, before this place, he would have locked himself up) but he'd moved on, tried to live up to his example by taking care of the place in his own special way.
And now he was back...
"Shit."
He took another puff and watched the smoke drift lazily, shapelessly, before him.