WHO: Peter Nacht and Charlotte Prideaux WHAT: A night out dancing turns in to a take away meal... WHEN: Monday Night, late WHERE: Salt Lake City, Bar 30 RATING: R for violence. STATUS: (Complete, Closed)
Charlotte looked drop dead beautiful...and he likely would have done just that if he wasn't already dead...so to speak. Peter himself had gone out and gotten himself a nice looking suit, putting it on and meeting his mate in the casino's bar. He'd been sitting waiting, 'nursing' a drink from his past, a good strong scotch on the rocks. The smell of it was of no interest to him now, and he obviously didn't actually drink any of it. It would sit still full when he left, but it was a good device to blend in, and to play a part. It was kind of like acting when you thought about it, got to play the part of a human, of somebody who had a heartbeat. Though this wasn't a picture show or a play, this was their life. And they were inhumanly attractive to all of those around them. Hollywood had nothing on vampires.
He smiled at a woman who was eyeing him from the end of the bar, she'd been watching him since he'd gotten there, along with quite a few other of the women around. She was pretty, he guessed, for a mortal, but really, he could see almost every imperfection on her face from where he sat, and that didn't interest him, and neither did the layer of makeup she was hiding under. She had gotten up and made her way towards him, but faltered when Charlotte had walked in. She, Peter, and every other male and female in the place (along with the ones that were there together), turned to look. She was radiating. And everybody had watched in awe as the most beautiful woman in the room walked towards the most beautiful man and greeted each other. He knew what they were all thinking about Peter at that second...Lucky Bastard.
That was earlier in the evening the had made their way through three casinos, picking up a good hunk of cash at each. Charlotte at his side looking stunning, standing close to him the whole time, whispering so softly that only Peter could hear, so quickly that nobody even noticed that she'd said anything. That was always very helpful at the black jack tables. The two acted as if they belonged there, that they did this all the time. It was a fantasy, and something fun to do. He'd asked her to blow on his dice for good luck and when they were rolled, whatever the outcome was, the chips were always on the right number, even if the table hand swore they weren't there before. Nobody had moved though, how could he prove them otherwise?
They always moved on though before they were targeted as either high rollers or suspect. That was important, they weren't there to be known. Peter had also promised to take Charlotte dancing though, and that's where they were now. Having made their way to one of the clubs in the area, one that, while humans couldn't, the Vampires could see what was going on in those dark, dark corners. It was rather amusing how humans so readily displayed themselves under the cover of darkness, though Peter had managed to keep his remarks to himself, because he was solely focused on his mate. Standing behind her at the bar he ordered them drinks and paid with a twenty from the money clip he had procured during one hunt. He was looking around idly, while keeping a hand on her waist, protectively before he bent his head and nuzzled in to the side of her neck, doting on her. "Havin' a good night tonight Charlotte?" he asked softly.