i won't soothe your pain

Leon had been lying low for a long time. The whole supernatural war was not at all his thing. He was a good time kind of vampire, not looking to fight a bunch of humans or good guys. He was in Havensdale for one reason, finding his maker. He had thought about Suzy every day since he had met her, and this was the best lead he had.

Arjun didn't know what was more depressing: above or below ground. You couldn't even get into a good bar brawl anymore without someone either trying to rip out your heart (cheating) or bitching and moaning about 'neutral territory'. Bloody boring bastards. Regardless, he'd have to make do with what he could get. It was with that very he thought he heard Leon fucking Green pipe up from the bar. When did he get here? "Well look what the cat dragged in from the road to hell," Arjun greeted, taking one of his shots from him. "You must have a death wish."

charvi was passing by when they heard the way he was speaking to someone asking a simple question "you can be kinder in the way you approach people, you know" she checked in on the other to make sure they were okay which they nodded before scurrying away. "just because you don't care doesn't mean he can't"

arjun almost rolled his eyes out of his head when charvi chandrasekar - perhaps the biggest bounty on the planet, in another life - arrived to waggle her finger at him. "really, charvi? really with the 'if you haven't got anything nice to say' routine?"

"If it was the end of the world, there would be more sirens, don't you think? And when was the last time that the lunch menu got updated, realistically? I do think we should go. It could be important." She hoped she sounded convincing, but with Arjun, it was...well, difficult.

"Matthews, we have been down here for-fucking-ever. There is nothing even remotely worth getting out of bed for anymore, not down here. They stopped having something important to say when the McReids bailed, you know it and I know. And whatever, honestly. That sanctimonious hero bullshit was unbearable." Having said his piece (at least, some of it), he let out a long suffering sigh. "Are you really going to it?"