WHO: Fenrir and the 4th Doctor WHAT: Dinner! WHEN: Wednesday night WHERE: Westwood village, near UCLA. RATED: R. violence and suggestions if your mind travels to the gutter easily.
"...Fantastic." He smiled to himself watching a man walk by Fenrir. It was late and he needed food. He was tired of the random vampire and bum, and his pack was something left to be desired, however growing. Stepped out form the shadows he smiled, quite politely and bowed slightly to the oddly dressed man in a hideous scarf.
"Good evening... do you have the time?" His smile broaded slightly, revealing teeth that were slightly more pointed than a normal human. His long grey hair was pulled back into an attempted civilized ponytail, however strands still hung astray giving his entire look... unsettling.