Who: Mitchell, Thomas & Open What: Subtle and unsubtle hostility Where: The pub When: Afternoonish Open: Yes! Ratings: High, maybe? The boys did bad things in their pasts
Mitchell had come across some disgusting things in his life. He had been responsible for many of them. But the young aristocrat who had just entered his establishment topped most of them; and he was dangerous. The vampire just could not tell how much. But in his experience people who had killed once for their own gain had jumped a big hurdle on the way to committing more deaths.
Thomas dropped his hat to the side of his hip as he approached the counter and only stopped right in front of it. The man had a kind smile. Maybe he had kindness in his heart. If he did Mitchell was blind to it. Thomas’ former intention to hurt his wife and to use her for his own good, when Thomas himself had everything Mitchell had ever wanted did not allow for such a thing.
“I wish you a good day, Mr. Mitchell!” that oh-so English tone poured into the Irish ears. It had started to remind Mitchell of a general he had once known. A general he had disliked for his prejudiced view against Irish soldiers.
“Yeah,” was the vampires greeting. “Beer, wine? Watcha want?”
“A few bottles of red would be greatly appreciated, my friend.” Mitchell almost cringed. He wasn’t a friend. Not anymore. “If you can spare them, that is…”