Tristan was enjoying his second beer and glancing around the crowd when someone caught his eye. His focus narrowed.
Ah, yes... perhaps?
She was definitely a prostitute. The guy with her? Tristan thought it might be her pimp. He was angry. He had the skin of her arm caught between two fingers in a grip so tight he could see the red flush from here.
He had the typical look. Big necklace, flashy rings... jewelry that few could afford. Baggy jeans, red high tops, and a black tank top. Tristan knew he'd find a weapon or two on the grease ball too. He waited. The pimp would eventually drag his girl out. And that's when Tristan would follow.
Tristan wiped his mouth after taking another gulp and then noticed the guy from the van... the one with the purple rabbit foot fetish... coming towards him in the crowd. The vampire frowned. He kept one eye on his prey, and one eye on the approaching roadie... or whatever he was.
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on 2013-09-10 03:12 am (UTC)Ah, yes... perhaps?
She was definitely a prostitute. The guy with her? Tristan thought it might be her pimp. He was angry. He had the skin of her arm caught between two fingers in a grip so tight he could see the red flush from here.
He had the typical look. Big necklace, flashy rings... jewelry that few could afford. Baggy jeans, red high tops, and a black tank top. Tristan knew he'd find a weapon or two on the grease ball too. He waited. The pimp would eventually drag his girl out. And that's when Tristan would follow.
Tristan wiped his mouth after taking another gulp and then noticed the guy from the van... the one with the purple rabbit foot fetish... coming towards him in the crowd. The vampire frowned. He kept one eye on his prey, and one eye on the approaching roadie... or whatever he was.