where: the White Wyvern
who: Albert and open!
One could usually find Albert knocking back a drink or two on a Saturday night. Saturdays were for relaxing, afterall, and where better to do it than in a seedy bar?
He was itching for some excitement, though. The urge to feel something was like a crawling sensation on his skin, or a persistent, empty ache in his chest that he needed to soothe somehow. He knocked back the rest of his drink, trying to enjoy the burning sensation in his throat - but it just wasn’t enough.
His gaze roamed over the bar, lingering on the face of each of its patrons, before he finally settled on a target.
A moment later found him sliding into the seat across from them.
“What’s a face like yours doing in a place like this?” Albert asked, “Wait, don’t tell me.” He leaned in and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial murmur, “Looking for some fun?”Â
