#luctisonusx

Cornelius was very meticulous when it came to separating the day and night staff at his restaurant. The reason being that the night clientele was vastly different from the one you meet during the day. The daylight hours were dedicated mostly to humans, granted there were few stray supernatural beings that came by the day, but they never really did look out of place compared to the other people using his services.

At night however, things changed. The front doors were locked and the curtains were drawn into place to shield anyone from peering in. The only way to enter was through the alley entrance and even then not everyone got inside. A high end place for those who live longer than humans could ever think of with specialties to go to their taste. And even if two of the mortal enemies met there was a policy in place Cornel maintained. No fights inside. Surprisingly his clients respected it. But that was not the issue at hand that he had to solve tonight.

Apparently Caleb, with his ever so easily distracted mind lagged behind. The vampire had not even realized it, since the restaurant got filled up relatively quickly and his human smell was overpowered by the other beings. That was until a point when he saw him walking out of the kitchens and restaurant proper. He, himself was manning the bar, his features no longer hidden by the so-called glamour, when he spotted him. His blood red irises found him standing out like a sore thumb, making him curse lowly as soon eyes followed Caleb's direction. Many of which were similarly red to his - others were sprouting horns were they demons or even wings. This was definitely not the right place to be for a human.

Calling over one of the staff to get behind the bar he went ahead to deal with the issue at hand. "Caleb." he hissed lowly grabbing him by the elbow and dragging towards the staff only door, completely forgetting about the glamour over his features. He had grown fond of the human over the months they had shared lodging, but the boy was clueless to the true nature of the vampire for the duration of it. Up until now. "What in the bloody hell are you still doing here?"

"You bored of working here yet?"

Came a low voice, hesitant at first in case he took the boy off guard in what he was doing, but watching someone work as hard as him, every single day, made the man give a small, endearing smile. Sure, he was a regular by now, but he hadn't made a proper introduction, yet he couldn't steer away from this place, his senses had heightened and gave Elijah an odd sensation as soon as he had surrounded himself around the dark haired man.

"I mean, You make the best beverages. Won't lie" He chuckled, trying not to sound so forward "-But you just always seem to be in the exact spot, everyday. That, or I'm just a dull guy who has nothing better to do than to keep coming back for coffee"

Alaric couldn't deal with the voices that plagued him right now, having just the one person rage at him was enough - Though rules, were rules. Even if the other part had made him feel nauseous as fuck.

'What an irritating little, fucking idiot. It's a shame he doesn't know...'

His mind came alive once again, the struggle to focus on multiple interests had Alaric's skin perspiring already before he finally broke his silence, deflecting the voice that manifested within. "I'm sorry - But I'm only abiding by the rules. I'm just doing my job and from what I deal with on a daily basis, trespassing on private property is breaking the law, and as for the incident on which we found inside?..." Alaric shook his head, large hand running down his exhausted face.

"That's an explanation for another time. For now? We're gonna have to take you in and I'll question this incident further"

The police had handcuffed the man, and directed him to the station in town. Alaric really couldn't piece it all together, he knew this guy wouldn't of been the sort to at least get his hands bloody, or involve himself in anything malicious, but the fact that this had been sudden, was tugging at him, deep down. Yet all he could hear was the venomous laughter that had infested his head again before he took off downtown. Solitude never seemed to be a fucking ball ache.

She was wearing her favourite pair of denim overall shorts and a rainbow bra top underneath. She had a variety of buttons and pins on the overalls but made sure the one with her pronouns was easy to see. She was also handing out pamphlets with information about the center and the services they offered. A guy came up to the booth looking a bit lost and a lot dehydrated. She picked up a bottle of water and handed it to him.

"Hey, you okay? You should drink something."

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