#anders 001.

“Seems almost a bit cliché, yeah?” the vampire leaned against the chestnut-tinted bar top, waiting for a bartender to take notice of his empty hand and grace his presence with a fresh drink, tone taking on a more endearing nature He adorned his classic devious smirk as his emerald hues met the lycan’s, just following a nonchalant eyeing and determining this by the general gruffness of the other. Calloused hands that gripped the cup rather firmly and various red patches that displayed new wounds, clearly from recent woodwork, “But guess I could say the same for myself… Do you have family in the business of carpentry and all that?”

“What are you having?” he says, deliberately startling the older man as he slides into the seat opposite him. He smiles cheekily at Anders as he places the glass of beer carefully on the table like he owns the place. “You with someone?” He makes a show of turning towards where the restrooms were like he expects Anders’ company, if he has one, to emerge at that moment.