got no direction, just got my vamp;

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Who: Katherine Pierce and you!

What: Getting a drink before dinner.

Where: A fairly upscale bar.

When: Late-ish.

Notes: Katherine needs to feed, but it's a bit too crowded out to do so without arousing suspicion, so she heads out to get a drink to curb the hunger until she can.

Warnings:

None yet, possibly some violence later on.

The bar is less crowded than the streets outside, but the atmosphere still feels a little too claustrophobic for Katherine's tastes. She's been out for a few hours, trying to find someone foolish enough to lead astray into a secluded place so she can drain them of enough of their blood to be satiated, but every time she's gotten close, someone's interrupted at the last moment, or the prey became distracted and headed in the opposite direction, and following would have looked too suspicious to an observer. There are very few people who are in on her secret, and for the moment, she wants to keep it that way.

The hunger isn't unbearable at the moment, not even close to the worst she's ever experienced it, but it's not terribly pleasant, either, and so she's decided to duck into a bar near her hotel to get herself a drink to curb the craving. She takes a seat and orders, keeping an ear out for any opportunity to feed. This is a lazier way of hunting, but it's just as effective.

Comments

[manipulativni.livejournal.com]

Katherine picks up on the sound of fingertips tapping against the surface of a table several yards away. Restless energy being expended, they'll probably be leaving soon. She continues listening, waiting to hear if they do.

[edsidlemirth.livejournal.com]

The tapping continues for a bit, then stops, then there's a rustling of paper, a quiet, cut off laugh. It's frustrating. He wants to be around people and work and... screw it. No one cares if he's here or not. They're idiots. He gathers up his papers and heads out, leaving the beer behind.

[manipulativni.livejournal.com]

She turns once she hears the person gathering their things to go, frowning as she watches them (him, it's a man, someone she hasn't seen yet) start to leave.

[edsidlemirth.livejournal.com]

He ducks out the door when all of his things are in order. He's neither tipsy nor oblivious, but he is grumpy, and ignoring people as he leaves.