Keep On Telling Me You Want Me {OPEN}

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Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone.

Damion slipped on his customary suit, having gone with a dark pinstripe blue this time, pulling on his typical black leather Italian shoes as he ensured that his clothes lay correctly upon his lean frame. Wouldn’t want to look disheveled, as that would be a horror to behold. To be honest, though, he didn’t think that a suit would go well with where he was planning to go, so perhaps a change in outfit was to be desired. He stepped back into his closet and emerged a few moments later wearing a pair of black slacks and a blue pinstripe dress shirt that was buttoned, but the sleeves were rolled to just below his elbows. No one said he had to change that much. He smirked at his reflection within the mirror, his eyes gleaming momentarily with that supernatural glow before he turned and grabbed his phone as well as the keys to his car, pocketing both.

He left his home and entered his car, starting the Italian made car he did so love the expensive but fine quality of Italian goods, enjoying the purr of the engine as he did, and pulled out. Now, Damion was not stupid in the least, and so as he came closer to his destination, he parked blocks away, in a nice part of a neighborhood before he walked to his destination. The bar wasn’t exactly for high end sorts, but then again, that wasn’t what he was looking for that night. He wanted a nice good romp around the bed, and then most likely his victim would never be missed. Or perhaps they wouldn’t be his victim, but only if they proved worth his sacrifice. So far few had. It was so hard to find good lays these days, he killed them before the night was even gone for the most part.

And it certainly wasn’t fun to have to do so, he did so hate not getting to finish what he’d started, but he hated more than that the fact that he would have to put up with their horrendous actions. That would be far worse than not finishing up his business. Dami entered the bar and looked around, the haze of smoke and lust and alcohol partially visible, on part of the smoke, while he could smell the rest. He’d definitely come to the right place for interesting meetings, so he settled in a the bar with a whiskey to await his next move.

NOTES :: None. ^^
MUSIC :: N/A
WORDS :: 413
TAGS :: Open;

'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.

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"It's busy tonight." The dark rumble of the werewolf standing behind the bar made her look up from her glass of Russian Vodka. She'd been caught up in her thoughts, regarding many things. Around her, the patrons of Mitchell's were abuzz with talk, the bar smelling of cigarette smoke and alcohol, the sound of pool balls crashing together soundly on their tables. Nodding absently, she scanned the bar. For all the people that were there, she was relieved to see that no one seemed to be in the mood to throw any punches tonight. She really wasnt in the mood to break up any raging bar fights between supposedly "bad ass" bikers.

She'd gotten up that night on the wrong side of the proverbial bed. She'd been in a foul mood since she came into the bar. Luckily she'd long since learned to control her emotions. Sitting there in a pair of ripped Harley Davidson jeans, her black boots and leather jacket, and a black tank top. As always. Her hair - in its usual manner - fell in dark curls around her shoulders, and her equally dark eyes scanned her surroundings with a predatory glance. "Amazing they cant sense the danger around them. Humans are so stupid." she commented, looking over at Dominic, the werewolf bartender she'd long since employed after opening the bar. Dom was the only werewolf she willingly interacted with, or liked for that matter, which was shocking. When they'd first met, she'd been ready to kill his sorry, irritating ass.

The air around them seemed to change with the arrival of the newcomer. Dakota's eyes lifted from the werewolf to rest on the finely dressed man who'd walked into her bar. Raising a curious, and rather speculative, eyebrow in his direction, she frowned faintly, lifting her glass to her lips. Of all the patrons of her bar, none of them were ever dressed as well as this man was. He wore a pair of black slacks and a blue dress shirt, fine Italian shoes making the outfit. Around this bar, people wore jeans, biker boots, leather cuts, etc. Nothing fancy, only what was comfortable and what they could wear riding on the back of their hogs. Her own look was perfected to match the black 2007 Harley Davidson Dyna Super Sport Glide bike that was parked outside, her bike.

Watching as the man sat down with a glass of whiskey, she slid her glass to Dom, nodding when he refilled it with the clear liquid. Russian vodka. One of many tastes that Luka had rubbed off on her over the years. Standing up, she picked her glass up and walked over to the newcomer, sliding into the stool next to him, "What brings someone like you to a place like this?"

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NOTES: XD Beware the vampire
WORDS: 466
TAGS: Damion Saeter
LEGEND:

Dakota Speaking
Dominic Speaking
Dakota Thinking

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Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone.

Damion surveyed his surroundings with a faint air of amusement, but not haughtiness. To be honest, a place like this reminded him of home, and while he sure as hell wasn’t dressed to fit in, he wasn’t acting as though he was better than all this. That and the fact that he probably didn’t look easy to take on was why he wasn’t approached with anyone hoping to get a piece of him. He left everyone else alone, and they left him alone in turn. Besides, he was providing money for the business through buying his drinks. As much as he was glad to have gotten away from the more run down part of his life in Scotland, he liked going back to something similar now and then.

Even as he looked around, he could see the similarities. The air of alcohol, smoke, and a number of other things filling the atmosphere of the bar, even as he could see the slight differences too. For one thing, the motorcycle buffs that had called this bar their own; a hangout for all people like that, and for another, the fact that leather was a common sight in the bar. The Scotsman nursed his drink in silence, listening to the muted roar of voices combined, catching bits and pieces here and there. He wouldn’t call it gossip, not by a long shot, but one thing was for sure, one could hear a lot of things if they went to a biker bar like this one. Most of the info tended to be of a darker nature, and for Damion, that was good. He lived off of darkness and pain, and he loved listening in on news of crimes locally.

The skinwalker looked around, loving the fact that a lot of them were humans at the bar, but not all, and he found that interesting. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe the supernatural couldn’t mingle with humans, it was just that he found it interesting really. From what he’d heard, the bar was owned by a nonhuman, and he knew that the bartender was a werewolf, so it was curious for sure. Damion swirled the liquid around in his glass, gazing down into it with the same amount of thought and in-depth consideration as he’d given his other thoughts, as though perhaps the secrets of the universe would be found in there. He felt eyes on him however, but didn’t acknowledge them even as he surmised that whoever was watching him wasn’t human.

It wasn’t long after that that he felt footsteps approaching him, and someone slid onto the stool beside him. He saw the person, a woman, out of the corner of his eye, a glass of her own in her hand, and smiled. "What brings someone like you to a place like this?" She asked, and he turned slightly to face her a bit better, raising a brow with a slight smile. ”A little sightseeing. Getting to know the more intriguing parts of town.” He returned easily.

NOTES :: Lol, Damion is intrigued~
MUSIC :: Drive By - Train
WORDS :: 507
TAGS :: Dakota;

'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.