Hasibe stands out, in her white dress and distinctly non-vampire scent somewhere beneath the chemicals, smoke and blood, and being not entirely without ostentation himself, Deacon notices, and has been watching with the air of someone currently bored with his current company. He and a few of what can be identified as his own cluster like a pack of wolves off to one side of the bar, draped on chairs, leaning against iron and cement, but he rises from them without a word, never one to ask permission.
"Hey beautiful."
Never one for subtlety, either.
His hand finds purchase on the back of her seat, more or less appearing in that silent glide through space and preternatural speed. "I wonder about the tourists we get down here sometimes. About what the attraction is."
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Hasibe stands out, in her white dress and distinctly non-vampire scent somewhere beneath the chemicals, smoke and blood, and being not entirely without ostentation himself, Deacon notices, and has been watching with the air of someone currently bored with his current company. He and a few of what can be identified as his own cluster like a pack of wolves off to one side of the bar, draped on chairs, leaning against iron and cement, but he rises from them without a word, never one to ask permission.
"Hey beautiful."
Never one for subtlety, either.
His hand finds purchase on the back of her seat, more or less appearing in that silent glide through space and preternatural speed. "I wonder about the tourists we get down here sometimes. About what the attraction is."