Roman (nephilims) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-10-10 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | nora gainseborough, roman smith |
Who: Roman and Nora
What: Drinking buddies
When: Friday night
Where: Fangtasia's reopening
Warning: Who knows, this is Roman and Nora
The infamous Fangtasia bar that he'd heard so much about was reopening at just the right time as far as Roman was concerned. If anything was going to push him to sit down at a table and drink it was Lucifer's daughter being in town. If that wasn't enough, Malachi apparently seemed to be obsessed with her much to Jerome and Azazeal's dismay. Then on top of everything else, he'd been put on Malachi duty with Dante. He liked Dante well enough as any other cousin, but watching Malachi act like a fool around the girl? He could have lived another five centuries without ever seeing that.
He'd already had to deal with some of the fall out of not accepting the offer of offing Malachi, so of course he was a little nervous to find Christina in town. She seemed alright herself, but they were watching. They were always watching and Roman wasn't sure how long his good behavior could last if they started being invaded with more family members who might not be as tame as Carter and Castiel or as sweet and cuddly as his father and Azazeal.
Georgie was out and busy for the night finding some poor soul to zap with her feminine charms, so he decided to make his own fun. The cats were fed and fast asleep on his spot on the couch, after all. If he even dared to wake them they would repay him in the morning by pissing all over his favorite pair of shoes. They were his little buddies most of the time, but they could be vengeful little fucks too. It was why he liked them so much.
Making himself all presentable-like, Roman headed out to the bar for the night to see what sort of trouble he might be able to find for himself. The bar was filling with people pretty quickly and he noticed immediately that many were vampires. Fangtasia was the name of the place. He smiled his smile and made light conversation with a few people as he made his way to the bar and ordered a tequila something. Surprise me, he'd told the feisty-looking bartender with a grin. She hadn't seemed impressed, but had brought him his drink anyway after he'd handed over his payment of trade.
A few seats away from him, he noticed a woman sipping her own drink. He couldn't tell if she was bored, unimpressed, or simply taking in everything around her but since he didn't avert his gaze, she soon caught him looking at her. She seemed well enough at home here, so he was banking on this not being her first visit. Roman slid himself over and leaned back against the bar counter.
"So, does this compare to the place before its untimely death? How's the resurrection going so far?"