Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-02-25 22:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | coyote, malakai chmelyk |
Who: Coyote and Malakai Chmelyk, later Rurik? (Completing my spam of the boards, sorry!)
What: Drinking, drinking, etc
When/Where: Backdated to yesterday-ish, Las Vegas
Warnings: Drunken swearing, possible mild violence, and vampirism. (No, I have no idea if he could really drink from a God without consequences, but he definately wants to find out)
Malakai had been behaving himself- at least, by his standards- since he had come back to himself after the debachle with Rurik. It was almost too easy to go beyond himself, living in a society that had no knowledge of what he was, what he did. But he kept smart- one a week, different cities, different ages. The only thing to link them would be their bloodloss, and their powers, but then these police hardly seemed to pay attention to such a thing.
He had considered going to New Orleans, celebrating the western Carnivale with the revelers, but that would almost be too easy. The kills weren't as fulfilling, if he didn't have to work for it.
So instead, he chose Las Vegas- only nominally more difficult, but the atmosphere was more to his liking; drunken debauchery at its more subtle, at least in the resort he had chosen.
And it seemed to him he'd chosen well- there was a powerful man, drinking over at the bar, that he had quickly started up a conversation with. He didn't seem to respond to flirting, as such, but he had a good sense of humor, and once the vodka started flowing, and the jokes passed back and forth, it was obvious the man was his.
He laughed- possibly louder than necessary- at the next joke, shooting the last of his fifth- or sixth- drink of the night, waving for another. With as little blood as he'd had, that was already enough to have him a bit woozy, but that only helped to add to the illusion of his humanity.
"And another for my friend- double, yes?"