Who: Hal Yorke and Alex Miller What: Hal needed some insta courage for meeting her again. In the absensce of blood. He found his other vice Where: An Internet cafe When: About an hour after Alex arrived Rating: K for Kia Ora! Status: In progress
It wasn't like it was bad. Just having one...half a bottle of the stuff. It wasn't blood. And besides he felt fine. Didn't know what they were blathering on about. Anyway Mitchell smoked, he was sure everyone else had a vice too. His was mixed fruit Kia Ora and god did it taste good. It helped that it was a lovely day. Blustery, cold but then he was already dead so what was cold to him. He laughed, couldn't help it. It was funny to think about the weather sometimes.
And Alex was here. Alex was here and that was wonderful, apart of course from when she was in the future he'd reverted, betrayed them, killed again, probably drank more blood than he had in the previous 50 years in a single day, probably recruited. It wouldn't have been fun, but he could see exactly how it would have gone. How it could go and probably would again. That was of course why the Kia Ora. He'd tried a cigarette. Mitchell had lent him one, but no, no it was boring. There was no substance to it, it was just dull.
He strolled through Lawrence, trying desperately to focus on something other than the necks of the passers by, veins, veins obvious veins. God he could just...
He sipped a little more from the small bottle he'd kept in his coat having hidden the rest by the complex. He'd go back for it later and when it was gone Kat could get more. Dammit if he was bound to revert eventually he'd need a vice other than blood. He was allowed a vice. If Mitchell could smoke then he could do this. So there, he thought to no one in particular. Probably a judgy afterlife Leo and Pearl.
Well let them judge, they'd left him.
No no, that wasn't how it had happened. And Annie had tried, and Tom, and Alex. But it obviously hadn't been enough. He needed to know how, exactly how. Alex said he hadn't asked for help and that, well he supposed that made a sad kind of sense. Asking for help would have meant no more blood.
Fuck he really was a coward. One more sip. One more and then he nodded, hiding the bottle again and opening the door to the internet cafe and smiling at the owner as he spotted Alex at Computer 14.
"14 please, Just for a minute, you know how it is, busy busy" he told the man, placing a dollar on the counter before walking toward the computer in question. "Alex" he said, his voice low so as not to appear, well, barking mad. He lifted her hand giving it a quick kiss as he helped her to her feet and sat down at the computer. Keeping up appearances and all, that was what one was supposed to do after all.