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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[tiny_dancer81]

While Theresa's bloodlust was largely a personal matter, she did like to gamble. The casinos were fairly strict about checking IDs, and she'd been shooed away from the tables more than once since being in Las Vegas. She was asking some discreet questions about where she could get a better fake identification. Fuck knew there had to be something to do after dark besides drink.

She'd heard whispers about the Seventh Circle in the limited amount of time she'd spent in the company of other vampires in Sin City, and it was the one place she'd run across where her other face wasn't an issue. It was nice to feel like she wasn't under a microscope for once. She hadn't even come up to the massive bouncer's shoulder. He'd nearly patted her on the head when she gave the password, but her death glare was surprisingly effective despite her lack of height.

Inside, there were already plenty of bodies filling the space, and Theresa picked her way through the crowd until she reached the bar. She was dressed down to fit in with the room; blue jeans and Converses, topped off with an ancient Beatles t shirt. Happiness might not be a warm gun, but it was a cold beer.

[cian_oneill]

"Tell on me?" Cian repeated, chuckling, a little bemused. He wasn't sure what she meant as he didn't even know her, and vice versa, for that to even be a potential concern to him.

"'s there a new rule a fella can't have a drink 'n check out th' opposition 'ere any more?" he joked. He finished the remaining whiskey in his glass and indicated her beer with a nod of his head. "Want another?" he asked. He didn't know how much she could tell him but she seemed suddenly eager to talk and it didn't hurt to have at least a finger on the pulse of that world,he figured, the analogy making him smile at how that thought sounded in his own head.