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[norea]

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik, John Mitchell, possibly certain others
What: Hasi drags Mitchell to Gutters, pretending it is "for her protection".
Where: Gutters!
When: Evening, lateish.
Notes: Your log page is belong to Kays.
Warnings: Hahaha uhh. It's a vampire bar and Hasibe exists. Stay tuned.

Ending up at Gutters was always in the plan, for Hasibe. She had made a list of all the bars and clubs she absolutely needed to hit up ("needed" at least in the context of her own mind), and since this place came recommended, it was bumped up a few notches on the list. Cognizant of the danger inherent to the place, she'd even managed to wrangle a companion, though her motivations for persuading him to come along had less to do with her own need for protection--at least, that was how she saw it--and more to do with her desire to push him into interacting with his own kind. It was convenient for both of them...and, for the purposes of particular other activities of hers, gave her ample opportunity to observe the effect recent events had on the population.

There's always an ulterior motive with this one. She sees it as benevolent.

Mitchell probably didn't need the help, though. She'd even admit that, freely. But she has her ways of showing her interest in people, and arranging social situations for them with varying degrees of subtlety happens to be one of them. Once they make their way into the bar, buried as it is in the undercity of Mafaton, she abandons her coat, which means she is fully unveiled in her patently ridiculous white dress with its cut-out spaces, and accompanying towering black leather ankle boots. It's not exactly dressing to blend in down here.

(She gets a little bit of silly entertainment out of wearing pristine white to places where everyone is almost certainly dressed dark. It's a thing.)

"What do you think?" Hasi inquires, smiling at Mitchell. She loves the undercity, of course.

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The first thing that hits Mitchell is the smell of blood. He's hungry; especially since the last time he properly fed was over two months ago. And right now there are bowls of blood being passed around like most pubs back home serve peanuts.

Then he notices Hasi's dress after she's taken over her coat. And the look he gives her isn't so much Oh no, we don't match so much as Lady, are you trying to draw attention to yourself, and the answer is yes, Mitchell. If his distant and well-practiced air of someone not to be bothered wasn't in full force already, it is now.

(Intellectually, he thinks Hasi must have something else up her sleeve. She did say she was a witch after all. Or she doesn't have much in the way of a self-preservation instinct. He hasn't decided which.)

"The floor isn't sticky," he says, finally, as he casually eyes up the other patrons.

[norea]

"You can't exactly tell women you like the truth, can you?" She can speculate as to why, and glances over her shoulder with a look that's as knowing as it is curious, but maybe he has more reasons than the ones she's guessed.

"I know the feeling. With anyone, really; it's hard to connect when you can't be honest."