Tristan watched the guy rooting around in his pockets and then inside the van. The vampire took a step closer to watch as the guy finally seemed to locate what he was looking for. Was that a rabbit's foot? For real? Tristan suppressed a guffaw and then nodded.
"A few times. I don't come for the music, however. I come for... the food." Tristan grinned. He wasn't talking about nachos and pretzels. His tongue grazed his teeth, his fangs not yet showing. "And I suppose the beer and atmosphere ain't so bad."
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on 2013-09-07 04:14 pm (UTC)"A few times. I don't come for the music, however. I come for... the food." Tristan grinned. He wasn't talking about nachos and pretzels. His tongue grazed his teeth, his fangs not yet showing. "And I suppose the beer and atmosphere ain't so bad."