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vampire_compton (vampire_compton) wrote in silverage,

He had seen strange weather patterns, of course, in the nearly two hundred years he had been alive, but poking back into the furthest reaches of his memory, he could never remember an August with this much snow on the ground. It was starting to melt and turn slushy by now, and he had finally gotten a call from the Playboy Club to come into work the next day. And it seemed for the best, too. He was feeling antsy cooped up in his single room for two long nights with little to do. He had gotten some reading done, finally finishing that Wilde book Diane had lent him a decade ago. He needed some errand to run, some reason to get out of the house, so he decided to walk to Marble Hill and return it to her. Of course she had tried her best to seduce him, licking her fangs in that obscene way as she always did. But with a swift, "Goodnight, Diane," and a smile, he headed back home.

He had taken a few unfamiliar turns now, wanting to see a new side of the city, and curious at how well he'd manage to find his way around. There were few outside, most of them keeping their heads low and saying nothing. So the waitress caught his attention right away, her blonde hair looking downright vibrant amongst the grey snow and black buildings that surrounded him. And there was something about her, too. She was pretty, of course, but she held some quality he was unable to place. Bill made a point of smiling at the girl, nodding to her with a too-chipper "Good evening".