Who: Deacon Frost, Claire Redfield, Alecto Carrow What: Drinking and introductions Where: Jack Bar When: About 10pm Warnings: Naughty language, violence eventually.
Deacon hadn't thought much of it, that slightly predatory edge he'd been feeling. It was fucking natural, being a vampire and all, though it seemed... a little more. He was tense, a little jumpy, and his mood had been pretty nasty all in all. He glared at a few people in passing, cigarette between his lips as he walked down the street and to that bar. He threw the door open harder than he meant to and stepped inside, heading up to the bar to climb up onto a stool.
"Get me a rum and coke," Deacon told the bartender, taking a long drag on his smoke and twisting it out into the ashtray. He looked down the bar both ways. No cop yet. The other girl, who fucking knew. Didn't matter, though.
He only promised the first one he'd behave. The other was on her own.