Grigore Moroi (grigore) wrote in thecityofsin, @ 2009-04-23 13:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | chapter two, character: elmira black, character: grigore nicolescu |
Who; Grigore Nicolescu and Jane Benoit
Where; After Hours
When; Thursday, February 5th, evening
What; Tending the bar, bartending, if you will
Rating & warnings; TBA
Bar tending had never come very naturally to Grigore. Despite his sadism, general antipathy towards all creatures who were a) not of his race or b) not Dante Archer, and his affinity for the ample food supply that a crowded city offered, he was, at least subconsciously, a farm boy. In his youth he had enjoyed thick hard liquor that would have burned off the lining of a weaker man's esophagus, straight from the bottle, no frilly umbrellas or servings in moderation, thank you. While he had very few memories from his early mortal life, he still maintained a kind of wary elitism when it came to the consumption of alcohol and the serving thereof. Not that he considered his job serving, no, he had learned his skill well and was in high demand, so he charged a very high price.
A mortal girl in a corset that pushed her breasts almost to her neck and a red ribbon around her wrist that identified her as a willing blood donor trotted up to the bar, took one look at Grigore in his leather pants and stark white ruffled collar shirt and extended a wrist to him as she eagerly stammered out her order. Appletini. Grigore sighed, how boring. He nodded, then reached his hand down to pluck up the girl's wrist and brought it to his lips. He bit down, hard, and drank a little more than was necessary. When he left the girl's wrist on the bar to turn and fix her drink, she was woozy from lack of blood.
He fixed the drink quickly, easily, and slid the drink down to her, smiling briefly when he saw that she was being chatted up by another vampire. Poor thing, the young one would take the girl home only to find that his prey had already been partaken of by another. His smile became bland, and he began to pace the length of the bar. What wonderful debauchery would happen tonight? He could only wait.