Post by Ellie on Jul 28, 2010 23:53:03 GMT -5
[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=01090b] Bars were a regular haunt for a certain vampire. However, Lars had not been to this particular one before. It lacked that sort of trashy bar look, well, as 'trashy' as you could find in Paris, which wasn't very trashy by his standards. The decor wasn't completely beverage related as others in say, America, might be. The lampshades were just white linen, not plastic with "Budweiser" slapped around it. There were no neon signs adorning any other wall besides the one that shared space with the bar. It was still dimly lit and smelled of stale alcohol and cigarettes, but Lars examined his company and found it to be more your Parisian business man rather than Parisian Joe. There was no sort of jukebox but some old jazz tune hummed quietly in the native language. Lars felt like this place had been preserved from the thirties. It was pretty clean, characterized and worn, but clean. His back faced the bar while he'd swiveled his stool around to examine the other patrons. He finished what was left of his whiskey before occupying his mouth with the tasty ice cubes. It was late enough in the night, so Lars was rather out of place while the other lung men in the room still had suits on with their ties loosened and shirts unbuttoned a few holes while they danced with their girls slowly, winding down after their eight to five. No, he didn't fit in at all. But he didn't particularly mind, either. Some classy looking woman sitting a few stool over had eyed him down some time ago before catching sight of his wedding ring. She gave up then, he guessed, when she no longer felt her gaze burning into his face. Once again, though, Lars didn't particularly mind. He enjoyed being admired like anyone else did.. and he hadn't really eaten yet tonight. She was young and blonde and wore a red strapless dress, some silver and diamond jewelry dangled from her wrist while she rose her tonic to her lips. Hunting was much easier when he didn't have a band on his finger to ward prey away from him. Lars swiveled himself back around after he'd crunched up the rest of his ice, motioning quietly for the bartender to bring him another. He sucked at his teeth, thinking this was going to be his last drink. Lars promptly lit up a cigarette and indulged in the smog he was creating around himself, glad for the change in environment and mild amusement. He had been thinking before about getting a job. It wasn't something he took very seriously, though, he was just entertaining the idea. He didn't need a job, money wasn't an issue. He was also sure his wife wouldn't take to the idea, either. But mostly, he wasn't sure what he was good at. As an adult human he was a drug dealer. It was a risky enough job… but he didn't have to pay any sort of taxes with it! He was good at dealing drugs and helping to ruin other people's lives. He also recalled fucking a few people for either the said drugs or money. He was good at fucking. Lars smiled to himself, relaying the idea of him telling Giselle he was going to be a porn star. He soon went back to being straight faced though, as he thought up other possible occupations. It wouldn't really be too much of an option when he was human, but he could always join the Mafia. He figured they didn't really take well to addicts as severe as his condition to meet any sort of time scheme or keep their guard up very well. He was pretty sure some of his ancestors weren't particularly in good company with the law. His grandfather had hanged his surname from Trelinno to Trell when he immigrated to America. Lars remembered asking his father once when he was a kid why, and his father had said something about him not being able to find a job because it was associated with bad people. He came to his own conclusions when he was a little older. Other than that, he figured, and he wasn't ace at doing much else. Maybe pouring shots and mixing drinks. He knew his way around a car engine, too. Lars shrugged to himself, figuring all his skills were life learned. He'd dropped out of high school in his junior year so anything that required any schooling was out of the question. He sighed to himself, glancing over to the seat where the blonde was but found another in her place. He stared at the person for a few moments before dropping his army green eyes in some small sort of defeat. He had been looking forward to tasting her. Oh, well. Surely he could bar hop once more quickly to find another blonde close enough to fit his fancy. He actually didn't much like blondes, not typically, so he'd rather eat them. Whatever. the count was 880 and he's wearing this and also, whoever posts next can be the person who took blonde's seat if you want? Also, Lars hasn't really had much male contact lately, so0o0o it'd be cool if a guy posted! But I'm not going to be butthurt if a lady gets here first, either is fine. |
