Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2013 21:14:27 GMT -5
It was very rare that one would find the young vampire sitting in the Three Broomsticks as it was a place that he normally avoided for it seemed as though drunken mortals and having the allure of a vampire did not mix. How many times in the past had he had to fight off the advances of a stubbornly drunk human as they tried to get him into their beds for the night? How many times had he been subjected to angry glares and been challenged to bar fights by the vain and jealous men who wanted to be him?
Needless to say, Aleksandr was not overly fond of bars, pubs and the like nor was he fond of the foolish behavior that often came hand in hand with said environment.
Yet here he was, sitting quietly amongst the loud patrons that inhabited the bar, a single gloved finger running absent mindedly along the very rim of his untouched glass of bourbon as his eyes drifted from person to person boredly. His nose stung from the mixed scent of sweat and the stench of alcohol and in that moment he was almost tempted to leave the pub in order to escape the horrid atmosphere and yet he also knew that he could not. He was at the pub for a reason and he knew that he could not leave until he was sure that the monster would not prey on anyone tonight.
Merlin, he really was starting to hate Nikolai with all of his heart.
Growling and cursing underneath his breath in his mother tongue, he brought the cup of liquid amber up to his nose and inhaled, the scent of the expensive liquor filling his senses and calming him down for a moment before he lowered the glass back down to the table for the time being as he waited for the devil to show up.
Or at least for someone interesting to come and distract him from the horror that was this wretched place until he knew that he could go home for the night.