cian_oneill: (Default)
[personal profile] cian_oneill in [community profile] birthright_rpg
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.

on 2013-09-11 09:10 pm (UTC)
rhiannon_lee: (Default)
Posted by [personal profile] rhiannon_lee
Rhiannon’s own brand of mischief made her brown eyes sparkle. “Had your fingers crossed, did you?” She released her pant leg and lowered her boot to the floor. In a way, her status as a vampire slayer made them natural allies. It was common knowledge that animals tended not to like the undead and the trait often cropped up in were-creatures. She placed her fingertips around the rim of her beer glass and slid it closer.

on 2013-09-11 09:43 pm (UTC)
rhiannon_lee: (Default)
Posted by [personal profile] rhiannon_lee
So it was true.

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?”

on 2013-09-11 10:18 pm (UTC)
rhiannon_lee: (Default)
Posted by [personal profile] rhiannon_lee
In keeping with tradition, she stole one of his fries. “If you keep on knowing me, I think you’ll find I’m an action sort of girl.” Rhiannon might be wrong, but she thought she detected a minor chord in his personality: darkness tempered by decency. She hoped she was right. It seemed that those she responded to best weren’t squeaky clean, had perhaps been down ambiguous roads before and come out on generally the right side of things.

“Have you ever met someone like me before?” She folded her forearms on the table.

Profile

Birthright

May 2014

S M T W T F S
    12 3
4 5 6 78 9 10
1112 1314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 7th, 2025 03:29 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios