#rivkah

Finally, a place to drink that isn't full of headache-inducing (really, he shouldn't even be able to get a headache, should he?) music that's all sound and no god-damned soul. It's a human place, though, and so he must tread carefully, but that's old hate to Daniel these days.

But all night now he's been watching one woman - positively entranced by her, though he's practiced enough to not be obvious in his fixation. Still, the resemblance is uncanny; the lines of her face, of her figure. The way she moves even - surely he's not so unlucky to be finding to ghosts from his past in Port Leiry. Lara being a vampire is enough of a shock; he's not sure he could take that sort of serendipity a second time without fleeing into the sea.

Her heartbeat proves that theory wrong - uncanny resemblence, nothing more - in a world with eight billion people, surely there's a few accidental twins. And yet he simply cannot help himself.

"Empty seat?" He asks, sitting and perching splayed fingers on the table and giving it a drum. "Wouldn't want to impose." He glances around to a few figures who seem to move in, like his presence offends them. "Sorry you just... look very familiar."

Rivkah: [getting off of a camel] What the hell happened?