Midsommer's Night Run
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It was almost as regular as clockwork, heading up to Searchlight on a Wednesday night for a few beers and a game or two. Cian went to the Golden Nugget, probably the most regular watering hole, for someone who didn't have regular places. Sometimes he went all the way to Vegas, but usually didn't bother. The noise of the big casinos usually hurt his ears, and the smell of fumes on the strip was something he could do without.
Like this Wednesday, when he just went up to the bar and ordered himself a beer, taking it over to a table and sitting down. After taking a long swig he leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him, as he continued to survey the other occupants of the place.
Like this Wednesday, when he just went up to the bar and ordered himself a beer, taking it over to a table and sitting down. After taking a long swig he leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him, as he continued to survey the other occupants of the place.
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on 2013-09-11 08:51 pm (UTC)"Explains why y' wanted t' check m' pulse," he said, smiling as he added, "and here I thought y' were comin' up with a very original line!"
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on 2013-09-11 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2013-09-11 09:17 pm (UTC)He drank from his glass, more than half the contents being downed in a barely discernible swallow.
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on 2013-09-11 09:43 pm (UTC)Rhiannon smiled and looked down. In six years of hunting on her own, she had learned that even vampires could make convenient allies or fascinating acquaintances. Nine-five percent of the time, she wanted them at the end of her stake, but the other five percent, well… it behooved her to keep an open mind to unique circumstances. She didn’t know if Cian was like her in that regard, but what he thought about her flexibility on the undead was of no concern.
“Yeah, plus a shared love of hunting and probably a few other things, such carnal creatures are we.” She tapped the side of her mug and feigned contemplation. “Or did I mean visceral?”
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on 2013-09-11 10:07 pm (UTC)The remains of his glass were quickly gone, the basket of fries he'd ordered arriving as he lowered his glass. He hadn't been for a run for a while and to him a promise was a promise. It would just depend on whether she trusted him now, and whether her curiosity wanted satisfying. Or her meaning, identifying?
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on 2013-09-11 10:18 pm (UTC)“Have you ever met someone like me before?” She folded her forearms on the table.
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on 2013-09-11 10:31 pm (UTC)His 'demons' had all been human, and they were all laid to rest now, not directly by him, but his message had been made clear to each of them. And were the reason he'd left Ireland.
"Heard o' y' kind out here, murmurs and whispers, dark alleys and the places normal folk don't venture if they're smart."