Old Player, Different Avatar (Eric)
Evening had fallen, and things were picking up at a particular club in the City. The night suggested mischief, which was exactly what a certain member of the City's more aware citizens was creating. The tall man didn't look as if he belonged in the club with its blood drinkers and fangbangers. He didn't look as if he didn't belong there either. The jeans were fitted without being too tight; the button up shirt hinted at the toned physique underneath. His hair was longer than the more conservative types running around, and his green eyes held a hint of the mischief he was after.
He moved through the club, giving faint smiles and slight nods to anyone who noticed him. He wasn't a vampire, that much was obvious, but there was something different about him. He certainly wasn't one of the tourists, here to see a vampire and get a picture with one, not that pictures were allowed really. He gave a quick glance to the throne to see if it was occupied before he turned to the bar and ordered a beer, bottle.
He didn't ask for who he had come. He didn't say anything more than chat quietly with the young thing that was sidling up to him now. His accent was English, and his voice soft and smooth. He watched the woman bat her lashes at him, and he even leaned in ever so slightly to show that, yes, he was flirting back in return. Only, he wasn't there for her. Now and then he would glance around to see if his true target was in. Would the great Viking king even know what was happening?
It was time to play, and not even the newcomer knew all the rules of the game.