Searching for answers (Open)

[cian_oneill]

It had been three weeks since Hallowe'en, and still nothing had come to light about the vampire who had lead the bloodbath at the Shark Tank. Cian had prowled the street when he could, spending more nights in Vegas since the attack than he usually did. He finally figured the one place he might be able to find out something, and after sourcing the password, and satisfying the bouncer, he walked into Seventh Circle and headed for the bar.

If there was anywhere that information on the activities in the demon world could bandied about like schoolgirl gossip, it would be here.

"Whiskey," he told the bartender, leaning an elbow on the bar and starting to survey the area, seeing who was there, and more importantly, what.

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Re: Searching for answers

[tiny_dancer81]

Well, she sure as fuck wasn't going to tell him what she used to do.

"I got this job at a club called the Dive," Theresa answered, lifting her beer to her mouth. "It's, like, a probation period until I prove I can do the work. I book bands and help get the word out."

The crowd erupted into a fresh set of cheers, and it took a while for the sonic wave to subside. When it was moderately quieter, the vampire said, "I did have to break it to the manager about...y'know. But I only told him because he wouldn't agree to letting me come in after dark. I know I'm not really old yet, but I'm not dense."

Re: Searching for answers

[cian_oneill]

He knew the place, and it took only a few moments to click as to why the name was more than just one he knew from seeing it, or hearing it advertised. "Heard of it," he said, nodding, "owner's a guy by th' name o' Mike?" he asked, remembering the older guy from the time at the coffee shop. "How'd 'e handle it, when y' told 'im?"