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Clint is not Legolas (imnotlegolas) wrote in zfuturelogs,

Whether it had been day or night wouldn't have mattered with Clint. Given his skills and his proving them over the last several years, he had earned his own daylight ring. But he had chosen a design that was unassuming. Discresion was sometimes the better part of valor or something.

There was something on the wind that caught his attention as he lifted the half empty vodka bottle to his lips and he paused before turning, rising to his feet in one smooth motion and eyeing the other vampire. While her appearance looked young that meant little with vampires. Rebekah was a perfect example of that.

Clint remained silent, something niggling in the back of his mind that he knew this girl. He bought time by lifting the bottle to his lips and took a long, slow drink before lowering it back to his side.

"Why do you need to find town hall?" he countered.