I see you found who it belonged to.

I see somebody else is trying to get a taste of your blood after our conversation. They're direct, I'll give them that.

It's certainly interesting.

Oh, it maybe is Thorn... if the past posts in the last few days says anything..

I feel honoured to have a taste~

Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub. 

The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.

Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."

"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"

"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.

He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.

He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.

"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."

"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.

"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."

The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.

He laughed "ah shit I thought I was gonna get a free meal. Hey...maybe that's why I gave you the blood." He winked before genuinely laughing. He slowly leaned back as he eyed the other.

Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub. 

The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.

Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."

"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"

"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.

He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.

He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.

"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."

"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.

"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."

The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.

He laughed "ah shit I thought I was gonna get a free meal. Hey...maybe that's why I gave you the blood." He winked before genuinely laughing. He slowly leaned back as he eyed the other.

Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub. 

The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.

Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."

"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"

"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.

He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.

He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.

"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."

"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.

"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."

The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.

I see somebody else is trying to get a taste of your blood after our conversation. They're direct, I'll give them that.

It's certainly interesting.

Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub. 

The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.

Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."

"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"

"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.

He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.

He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.

"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."

"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.

"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."

The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.

Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub. 

The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.

Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."

"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"

"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.

He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.

He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.

"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."

"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.

"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."

The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.

Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub. 

The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.

Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."

"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"

"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.

He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.

He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.

"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."

"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.

"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."

The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.

Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub. 

The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.

Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."

"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"

"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.

He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.

He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.

"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."

"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.

"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."

The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.

Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub. 

The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.

Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."

"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"

"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.

He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.

He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.

"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."

"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.

"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."

Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub. 

The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.

Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."

"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"

"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.

He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.

He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.

"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."