Lucian couldnât remember the last time heâd set foot in a bar by himself without feeling exhausted either physically or mentally. The âNo Sleep Tourâ felt over with everything going on. He kept reminding himself that he was stupid, but he wasnât that stupid, to be running around at all hours of the night alone. As usual, it was ironic that he found solace in a bar full of vampires, but the place felt safer than anywhere else. There was security here, literally and figuratively. At this point he doubted any of the Bordeauxâs would let anything happen to him. Just the idea of Malloryâs disappointment had stopped Rowan and that was her brother, he couldnât imagine any other vampire would piss her off.
Sitting at the bar, he drummed his fingers against the bar as he contemplated if the usual Scotch was pushing it while he was alone, even if he only had one glass, he didnât want to tempt himself to go any further than one drink. Red wine felt stereotypical, he was sure everyone in here felt the same way. He settled on âanything with bourbonâ and once the glass was in his hand, he was surveying the place, taking inventory on patrons, intent on people watching for a bit before retreating to go smoke. @bcdvampire
