Late night drinker (Lurai)

[Vincent]

Vincent yawns as he sits in the corner of the bar, his massive frame hunched over a bottle of beer. He was six foot two, and all muscle, clearly shown to all who cared to glance his way. He wore a leather baldric that covered his upper chest, leaving his muscled stomach and shoulders bare, with leather pants and knee high leather boots, as well as vambraces from his palms to elbows. His hair was raven black, and his eyes were of a brilliant crimson, wandering the bar disinterestedly. He didn't care much for any of the patrons, none of the women were too attractive, and he just naturally just didn't like men. Jealous and territorial bastards all the time to him.

He sighs, his hair hanging loosely in his eyes as he reclined back, taking a sip. Tasted like shit, but he wasn't complaining. He didn't have to work tonight, and a vampire of eight hundred years got bored quite quickly apparently. He was tired of the same mundane crap over and over again. He wanted something new, something entertaining. Perhaps he'd go out prowling for a companion again, he didn't like being alone for more than two nights. Not in the sexual sense, but he was very talkative. Unlike most vampires, he was more friendly than threatening. It was more his style after all. Oh well, then again, maybe he'd go play his guitar, or go hunting or...the myriad of thoughts drifted away on another say, and he stared boredly at the door, waiting for something new to happen.

'I hate this life sometimes,' he mulls to himself, staring blankly at the doorway still, 'I should have so much more to do. A gig, a party, something. But no, tonight is utterly dead, how boring...' he sighs mentally, tapping out a rythmn with two fingers, not even paying attention to it anymore. Another dull sound amidst the swirl of thoughts. Bah, damn boredom. Damn mortals, damn men, damn shit beer, damn it all. He sighs, taking another sip of his beer, kicking back, letting it all slough off his shoulders. He was out to have a good time for once, and he wasn't about to let some damn mortals or boredom ruin it for him! But what to do? Whittle away time here in this dump? Or begin to prowl the streets? He mulled it over thoughtfully as he sipped his beer, still debating where to go.

[luraigarnier]

Lurai rushed quickly into the bar, her purse in the crook of her elbow, her keys in her mouth, and her hands quickly at work to pull back her hair. She'd only been working at this place for about a week and she wasn't about to loose her job due to her inability to get up. She couldn't help it recently. She missed home immensely. If it wasn't for the two jobs, school work, and ritual schedule to keep up with, she'd loose her mind being so far from home. She smiled at the other bar tender as she walked past him to the back room where she set her purse and other personal belongings down.

Taking off her sweatshirt revealing her very comfortable tank top and a pair of ratty jeans, she finally successfully got her hair into a messy bun at the bottom of her neck. She slid to the floor and commenced the job she'd become so acclimated to do. After three years, it wasn't hard to see why she enjoyed her job. It was something that made sense. Even in all the chaos of the world, wars and politics, the environment and social issues, drinks would always remain the same. It was constant and everyone needed something constant.

After the first three drinks she got a chance to check out the crowd. Everyone was mingling around and such. It was like Scotland, but a lot less drunk. The pubs were the center of activity twenty-four seven and definitely a good place to make money. Tips were always amazing. Lurai turned to the back wall, every liquor known to man seemed to line the walls. Slowly her eyes traveled across each label until it landed on the one she wanted. "Nothing like Scotch" she said holding up the bottle to the other bar tender. The man just chuckled as she poured herself a glass with a couple ice cubes. Hopefully the night wouldn't be too dull.

[Vincent]

Vincent raises an eyebrow as the newest arrival darts in, heading quickly to the back room. "Strange, must be an employee running late." he mutters to himself, returning to his disinterested stare across the room. He hadn't recieved that good of a look, but from her scent, female and human was obvious enough. The female part was the only thing that got his attention, other than that, he remained bored. What he'd give for another night of excitement. Things had died down since he quit fighting in every war he could find, quit tracking his brother and took up living like a normal guy. Well, pointy fangs needs-blood-to-survive normal anyways. The thought of blood made his stomach rumble a bit, he hadn't fed for over a week, and was feeling less perky than usual. "Explains my mood I suppose..." he mutters again, before sighing.

With enough muttering and snickering, Vincents attention finally turned over, his disinterested gaze falling on a group of girls, and of course, guys. "Dammit...not again..." he groans quietly. If someone were to actually know him, and then be suddenly told he didn't want to fight, they'd immediately think the worse. Vincent lived to fight, every day of his life had been devoted to practice, meditation, and of course, fighting. But he was sick of the petty squabbles of stupid men, cursing his own divine looks for bringing it upon him. Yes, he was a little conceited, but hey, with a figure like his, who wouldn't be? He ignores them, but sighs with the scraping of four chairs. Being lithe and toned, it made him a target for most guys, more so when the women they were with decided to check him out.

"Hey, how bout we step outside pal?" one of them starts, dropping a hand on his shoulder. If not for the fact that he wasn't friends with the owner, a lot of furniture would need to be replaced by the one small action. Sighing, he raises, downing his beer and stepping out into the chill air, turning to wait again boredly for the attack to come. Sure enough, the idiots rushed him in a wild swinging haze, having no idea of what they were fighting. Lucky for them, he didn't like to kill humans that were as pathetic as this. He catches the lead guys punch, flicking his wrist, sending him flying to the ground hard. He turns sideways, moving in between to more punches, and catching the descending bat with his free hand. With a spin and a wrench, he steals the impomptu club and turns his back to the man, driving the base of the weapon into his stomach, before smashing it across the lower backs of the other men, leaving them in a groaning heap on the ground. "Damn kids." he says with a derisive snort, heading back into the bar.

He slides up to the table this time, hoping the proximity to other drinkers and having his back turned to most everyone would get him left alone by the damn clientelle here, but doubting it. "Hey, bartender, scotch on the rocks, I'm feeling irish tonight." he says with a slight grin, his voice deep and resonant. He noticed that the late arrival had emerged from the back room finally, must've have been just as he was leaving, because he surely couldn't miss a figure like that! All of a sudden, there was hope for his night yet. His crimson orbs took a quick scan of here, looking over every detail, and he enjoyed the sight. She was extremely attractive, and after downing a few drinks, he'd probably take up conversation with her, but the question remained, would she be interested? He'd found very few that ignored him, but those that had always hurt his pride, who could refuse a face and body like his? He snatches his drink deftly from the barmans descending hand, raising it to his lips after a swift nod, wink and salute to the worker sharing his choice of drink, sipping it lightly. He sets the glass, already wishing he'd ordered something he could just down, but he wasn't overly concerned, taking his time could prove beneficial for once, he didn't want her thinking him a drunk, after all.

[luraigarnier]

Lurai made a few more drinks until the words of a customer being served by the other bar tender caught her ear."Hey, bartender, scotch on the rocks, I'm feeling Irish tonight." "Oi!" she yelled across at him. "It's all fine and dandy if you want to be Irish, but if you really want to get drunk you've got to do it like a Scott!" she said raising her glass with a laugh as two boys from the bar screamed in agreement. She clinked her glass with the other two and downed her scotch fast. Putting it back on the table she smiled at the two boys and shook her head.

"You guys need to learn to cut back" Lurai said turning to the other bar tender. "I'm just going to grab those clean dishes" she said going to the back and reappearing within a second with a rack of dishes. She grabbed a clean towel and started to dry them off completely. They were mostly dry, but still had damp spots so she thought since the night was slow she'd dry them completely. "Slow night Sam?" she asked the other bar tender. He just nodded at her. "Sweet how am I suppose to stay awake now?" she said shaking her head.

[Vincent]

Vincent raises a brow at her, "Like a scott then? Well, bring me the hardest liquor you got and keep it coming, I'm in no hurry to be anywhere afterall." he says with a laugh, deciding that this would definetly shape up to be an interesting night. Catching her last comment made him smile, "Don't worry, I get really rowdy later in the evening, I'll keep you up!" he says with a laugh, mostly at the irony of his own words. He was still waking up, adn hadn't fed. Hopefully, he'd be blitzed out of his skull before long, but doubted it with his vampirism. His endurance and fortitude were remarkably high now, especially since he was older than most vampires, making him a force to be reckoned with, and a drinking machine. Many the long nights had passed with him out drinking everyone in the bars he frequented, perhaps he'd start up again, but he then again, he didn't feel like draining the poor owner of every drop of alchohol he had and demanding more.

He turns back to the bar maid, waiting for his drink, smiling congenially at her, "My name's Vincent, any chance I can proposition you for a ride to my hotel if I get too blitzed?" he asks with a smile. He shakes his hand in the air dismissively afterwards, still smiling, "Nah, I doubt you guys have enough booze her to even get me buzzed." he says with a laugh, his usual exuberance and energy flooding him again as he downed something in a glass that slid past. "Hmm...don't actually know what that was!" he says with a laugh, smiling at the scowling man he'd stolen the drink from. "Sorry pal, next one's on me." he says with a grin. "So, what's your name then? And aren't you a little too cute to work in a place like this?" he asks the worker with a smile, his flare for passion leaping up inside him. He felt flirty and active tonight, a rare combo indeed.

"You live around here? Or just visiting and helping someone out?" he asks curiously, wanting to get to know her, always enjoying a good and cute mystery. How could he not afterall? "Sorry if I'm being to forward, feeling kinda spunky tonight, must be a good moon." he says with a laugh. Though he wasn't a lycan, he still felt influenced by the moon. Whenever it lookedparticularly awesome to him, he'd be out and active, rolling across roof tops with the speed of a hurricane, and just as randomly moving, always trying to find something to do. He didn't really like staying in one area too long, got boring quickly, unless he was sharing drinks with friends of course. "So, how bout a drink on me so we can chat some? Doesn't seem to busy to me afterall, I'm sure you could spare some time." he says with a wink.

[luraigarnier]

Lurai just raised her eyebrow at the strange guy in front of her. "You better not get too rowdy or I'm going to have to kick you out. And no one wants to be beat up by a girl. So keep it in check" she said with a wink as she grabbed down a few more alcohols to make some drinks. "And we can call a cab for you to take you back to where you need to go if you get to 'blitz'" she said quoting him. American's were odd to her. They were always saying odd things like that.

"Your half right though. I'm visiting, but I'm not helping someone out. Just a temporary job until I get back home. Bar tender by night, intern at National Geographic by day" she said with a smile, trying to be friendly. She liked being nice to people, but even more she liked tips. As sad as it was, money ruled the universe, and at the moment with debts for college, the travel money here, well money was her universe. "As for the moon it's a quarter nothing to special. It is said to be a time of luck though" she added with a wink. "Maybe today is your lucky day?" She turned back around to grab a bottle and made him another drink. Sliding it over her last word was "Lurai."

[Vincent]

Vincent smiles, downing his latest drink, keeping the bar tender busy. "Lurai." he says, rolling the name around, before winking at her, "I like it. And as for you kicking me out, well, I love a woman who can kick my ass." he says with a grin. "And no, I don't think it is my lucky day, I never get lucky days. Hardly a night goes by without something trying to kill me!" he says with a laugh, and wondered at the sad truth of his words. Most humans would just assume he was exaggerating, but he wasn't really. Damn muggers always had to be in the back alleys he wanted to walk down to enjoy some time alone. But it was never that easy of course, again, damn muggers. After a few moments, he processes her words, "National Geographic? Really? Well, my hat, which is currently non existant because I have yet to buy one, is off to you! I prefer just being out and travelling myself, National Geographic is only good for those that are stuck in the same area. I'd go nuts if I was stuck in one place, I need to be able to stretch my legs afterall." he says with a chuckle, his crimson eyes still dancing across her frame, drinking her in.

She was attractive, that was for sure. Undeniably so, and he was hoping to get to know her better. "Well, as far as occupations go, I do a little of everything really, mostly music though. I'm mainly a cover artist, lead guitar and vocals doing shows for small crowds. Easy money, if nothing else." he says with a shrug, feeling somewhat embarrassed by his main job. Who wasn't a rocker/singer these days? It was so cliché now, and he hardly ever paused to think about it. "So Lurai, any chance you'll be free up after work? I can make it worth your while." he says with a grin and wink. "We can hang out and chat, nab something to eat, roam the streets, and all that stuff." he says with a shrug, smiling at her. "But of course, I understand if you're wary of hanging out with someone you just met." he says with a shrug, "But if it makes you feel any better, I only bite if you ask." he says, flashing a brilliant grin, revealing his sharply pointed teeth. Most just mistook them for stage props or wanna be fangs, not full fledged vampiric ones, which was all well and good, saved him some akward explanations.

He motions for another drink, downing it easily, a slight shiver running down his bronze spine. Once more, contrary to most vampires, he was quite tanned, a part of his heritage, he would always be a nice golden bronze colour, no matter how much time he spent away from the sun, making it that much easier to hide his true nature. He winks at Lurai, "Sorry, too chatty for my own good, I'll let you return to your work in peace, go ahead and let me know if you decide to take me up on my offer though, I'll be back in my corner." he says with a light laugh, taking another drink and bottle from the bar keep, retreating back to the corner he'd started the night in, his eyes roaming the crowd continually, but always surreptisiously watching Lurai, intrigued by her, and her beauty of course. Woman, the number one weakness that Vincent had, but he loved every dangerous second of it, it made it that much more interesting afterall.

[luraigarnier]

The night continued at a steady pace. Lurai continually glanced back over to the corner where the young man was sitting. She really couldn't believe he'd asked her out. Americans were brass yes, but so were Scots. It confused her why this was so odd to her. She tried to place it at the back of her mind as she continued making drinks and cleaning up the bar.

The shift continued to drag until it got to around three in the morning and it was finally done. The bar would stay open for another three hours, but she wouldn't have to be there. She let out a yawn as she walked to the back room and grabbed her purse and jacket. Sliding it back over her head she walked back out to the bar and then into the actual bar itself. She walked over to the corner where the eccentric man was sitting. Vincent, she believed.

"Vincent right?" she asked her eyes scanning his face. "I just got off and I'm pretty sure I'm just going to bed but if you would like to walk with me, I guess that's okay" she said feeling a little bad if she just completely ignored him. "I've got to get up pretty early for my other job so I can't go out or anything. I'm sorry" she added standing back up. She slipped her purse over her shoulder as she waited for his response.

[Vincent]

Vincent looks up from his drink, shrugging, "Well, better than nothing I suppose." he says with a grin. He rises from his table gracefully, sliding the chair away behind himm stretching his full frame. He looks at her jacket, slightly amused and chuckles. "Humans..." he mutters with a shake of his head. It wasn't that cold out, to him anyways. But then again, he was never fully covered, so that probably built up his endurance to the cold. He downs the last of his drink, thumping the glass down when he was finished. He pops his neck, before gesturing towards the door, "After you, of course." he says with a wink and smile, falling into step beside her. He steps out into the chill night air, exhaling a breath, watching the cloud blossom in front of his face, looking at it curiously, before turning to her, "Is it really that cold out? I never notice." he says with a laugh.

He stretches his arms out to the side, his spine rolling with pops as he breathes a slight sigh of contentment. "Gotta admit though, I love that cool night air. Better in the country side though, New York is so stuffy." he says with a shrug, smiling at her, "So! Lead on then!" he says with another jubilant smile. He was feeling quite better now that he was fully awake, and the brisk and chill night breeze was invigorating to him, reminding him of his child hood home, growing up in the mountains. "So Lurai, what do you like to do for fun? Or are you one of those types that devote all their time to work?" he asks casually, his arms swinging lightly at his sides, fingers itching to hold something. Maybe he'd go tinker with some more guns after he got home, he always enjoyed that, his favourite hobby after fighting.

"And what made you decide to work at the National Geographic center? Seems pretty boring to me, you should be out and about, such beauty isn't being done justice if it's always hidden away." he says with a light smile, watching her out of the corner of his eye. And let the games begin, echoed through his mind, and it was on in full. A favourite game of his, play the romantic, flirt and play, laugh and joke, get to know them, get to like them, make friends, or something else, it was all the same to him. He always preffered the ones that had no hard feelings though, and it usually was understood that any relationship that he may enter in was not a guranteed long lasting one. But of course, you had those odd few that never seemed to grasp that and ended up screaming at him. Oh well, the last one was a century or two ago, so he hardly remembered it. He quiets his thoughts as he focuses on the soft thump of his boots on the pavement, the sounds of the night swirling around him, and the words of his companion, wanting to be polite afterall. "And don't worry about not being able to kick back and relax, it's no worry here. But do note, I may or may not return tommorrow night to whisk you away once more." he says with a grin at her, winking to show he was playing. Truth be told, he just might return the following night, doubting he'd get much time to know her this night, but perhaps tommorrow would be better.

[luraigarnier]

As they exited the bar she listened to his words as she situated herself for the walk. "I'll agree to that. There really is nothing like Scottish air. I miss it quite some" she said as her accent played with her words to make her even more endearing. "And I do do other things besides work all the time, just now all I can do is work. Gotta live you know?" she said softly thinking about her lack of free time. She slid her hand into her purse and pulled out a cigarette to place between her lips.

"As for National Geographic, well I'm hoping to land a job their doing field photography for their magazine. Right now I'm just interning. It's one of those once in a life time opportunities that even though all you do is grunt work, you just kind of have to do it" her words getting slightly muffled with the cigarette between her lips. Finally she found the lighter she was digging for and brought it to the end of her source of death. She took a deep drag relaxing her body. God did she love nicotine. "Oh man am I tired and I actually won't be here tomorrow. It's officially a day off for me. One of those lucky rare instances" she said with a smile as she glanced up towards his face.

[Vincent]

Vincent laughs, "Grunt work that you HAVE to do? Nah, skipped all that, I did the harder stuff you kids today couldn't even imagine!" he says with another laugh. Let's see how these people today took to being knights in constant warfare, that'd wake them up! Always complaining about how hard things were today, they have it easy! 'Oh well, for every advance there is a price.' he thinks with a mental shrug. "Official holiday is it? Well, I just take the days off I feel like personally, the nice thing about being your own boss I suppose." he says with a smile. He waggles his fingers a bit at his sides feeling antsy, before smiling apologetically at her, "Now don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just restless." he says, before pulling out two small knives, beginning to twirl them through his fingers, feeling better immediately.

He sighs in contentment, before smiling at her, "Nothing beats the feel of a good weapon in your hands, at least as far as I'm concerned, though a cold drink and a burger do just as well I suppose." he says with another laugh. "I'm sorry, I just like to constantly be doing something, there are very few times when I'm able to sit still and relax. I need to be constantly on the go and doing something, it's how I like to relax anyways." he says with a boyish grin. "So, where do you live then? Any dangerous trips down dark alleys?" he asks with a laugh. "Don't worry if there are, I seem to attract every mugger in the city, but I'll protect you, these guys don't have anything on me." he says with another roguish grin.

"But of course, if you wish, we can go around any shortcuts, to be on the safe side." he says with a wink. "It's really no matter to me, walking is kinda what I do." he says with a laugh, thinking on the earliest century of his life, where he wandered the globe on foot. It was a very long time too, very annoying, people were jerks if they fancied themselves rich nobles riding alone at night to prove their bravery, where up comes the dusty knight with his armor slung over his back, boots worn thin. Always thought they were so supperior, till he sent the poor bastards running in fright of course. He'd have to remember to stop in and clean and polish his arms and armor, it had been awhile since he'd been in there to do that afterall. He turns a grin on Lurai as he snaps back to the present, "So, what do you like to do in your spare time then?" he asks with a grin, his bright crimson eyes sparkling with interest.

[luraigarnier]

When he pulled out the knives Lurai's hand automatically smacked her forehead. "Oh your like my mother" she said letting it slide over her face as she thought back to home. "Except she liked to play with knives when driving. God that was always uncomfortable" she said shaking her head as she thought about how crazy her mother was sometimes. It brought a smile to her face though as she thought about home. Something that would always bring a genuine smile to her face.

"My house is not that far, just a couple more blocks, and I'm not that scared. I've cut through alleys before and such. I actually am trained in two fighting styles, so muggers are not really that scary to me. I may be tiny, but I pack a punch" she said with a laugh. She was actually enjoying herself. This mans company was very enjoyable. He was a little eccentric and kind of goofy, but she could tell he was a good person.

"In my free time, well I tend to just find a good tree to read under. I know its kind of lame, but between, work, rituals, school, and practice, well time to just sit is like a gift from the goddess" she said blushing slightly. That was another odd instance for her. She didn't blush often at all. In fact this was odd on so many different levels. Was she really this comfortable around this man? It dawned on her then. He reminded her of a friend she had back home. Almost exactly. They could be twins if she didn't know any better.

[Vincent]

Vincent turns an eye on her, "What does she drive? A car I assume, too stuffy, I'll take my bike." he says, thinking of the poor thing he neglected to ride of late. It was a custom made kawasaki bike built for speed and endurance, with his only special modifications to it. When she mentions the term 'rituals' his ears perk up, and he catches the use of the term 'goddess.' "Oh? You're religious? Goddess and rituals...hmm, wiccan, perhaps? I haven't met one of them in a long time, a century or two I think, hard to remember." he says with a shrug, smiling at her, before blinking, "Oops." he says, mentally smacking himself. A century or two? Yeah, that won't send someone running like, 'Yeah, I'm a vampire, what do you want to do about it?' Oh well, fun while it lasted.

He smiles sheepishly at her, "Yeah, before you ask, I meant a century or two. Now please don't run screaming, I'm enjoying myself, I'm actually...eight hundred. Well, eight hundred this december anyways." he says with a shrug. "I'm a vampire, turned many centuries ago, not that it matters much I suppose. Either you go running away, or you take it better than I can hope and we continue our friendly chat." he says wih a shrug. He sighs, "Oh well, if it makes you feel any better, I have no intentions on feeding from you. I can deny the need quite easily after so long, I can go about a month and a half without needing any, and I'm only a few days in since my last feeding, so I'm good." he says with a shrug, feeling a little foolish. Some discipline.

He shrugs, "Like I said, oh well. Choice is yours really." he says with another light smile. Crossing his arms as he leans against a building, his tanned skin glowing softly in the street light, his eyes soft and accepting, awaiting whichever decision she chose. He slips the knives away into the small holsters barely noticeable on his attire, his eyes never leaving hers. He kept his entire demeanor unthreatening, waiting patiently to her what she'd say. He smiles half heartedly, "Well, if there's anything I can do to prove to you I mean no harm, I'll do it of course. Not much is out of my abilities to do or acquire, I have good connections and skills." he says with a smile. "But, no matter your choice, I've enjoyed my time with you and as such leave myself at your disposal should you ever need me, and my home is always open to you if you seek refuge." he says, drawing a small card with directions to his home in Europe and his cell number. "Any time you need me, day or night, I'm available for you." he says with a smile, holding the cards out for her.

[luraigarnier]

Lurai stopped in her tracks. She let out a deep growl. "What the fuck?! What is with this town and vampires. Your the second one I've met since I've got here!" she spoke completely exasperated. She leaned her back against the brick wall. "Don't worry I'm not afraid. There are very few things in this world that I actually fear. Mostly I'm just intrigued. Curious really. It's definitely going to get me killed some day" she spoke matter o' factly.

She took a long drag of the almost gone cigarette. She loved American Spirits for that reason. They burned forever. "And yes you assumed right. I am Wiccan. Born and raised one. I was actually born next to a river, natural birth and everything. My dad and mum and me. My mum was raised Wiccan as well. My dad though was Christian, his side of the family doesn't take to kindly to mum and me. It's why we don't really talk to them. I always feel guilty about that" she spoke bowing her head.

When he handed her the card she took it. "Thank you that's very kind of you" she said looking at the teddy bear like man. He was definitely an interesting one. This was definitely shaping up to be an interesting adventure. She just wasn't too sure the ending would be a happy one.

[Vincent]

Vincent blinks in suprise, "Oh, well...that was easy." he says in a small voice, for once in his life speechless. "Well...I ah, don't know what to say. Most people take off running at that. And yes, this city is full of us." he says with a grin, falling back into a more normal rythmn for him. "Anyways though, second vampire? I'll bet you every penny I own that I'm better, hands down." he says with a grin. Every penny he owned was actually a considerable amount, her and half the countries in the world would never have to work again if she got it, he'd been investing and saving since his earliest days, and was quite content sitting on all that money. He smiles at her again, "Yeah, anyways..." he trails off, looking away for a moment, his head following something unseen on the street before snapping back to her. "Shame really. The christian thing. Never really did get along with the religious types. Did you know that people are really fond of killing things they can't understand? And don't get burned." he says off handedly, smiling again.

"If you have any questions, go ahead and ask em, I don't care really, just a few things are off limits with me really, mostly about my past. I may or may not answer them if you ask, but most often I don't." he says with a shrug. "But hey," he continues, "Who knows, maybe I'll like you enough to talk about it, even I don't know half the time really, all depends on how I feel." he says with a shrug, smiling at her, offering her hand to pull herself from the wall, "Now come on, let's get you home before the big bad muggers come around." 'any closer actually.' he thinks to himself, he could already hear some would be robbers shuffling along quietly in the alleys, moving slowly closer all the while. He really didn't feel like fighting right now, he was too engrossed by his companion, and he fought mostly to kill, not maim and leave to probably die dishonorably, even if they were muggers that deserved it.

He smiles as a cold breeze whips his dark hair into his crimson eyes, laughing lightly. "Damn cold winds, it'll be the death of you gorgeous, so let's go." he says with a warm smile, his gloved arm still outstretched to her, a wink flitting across his face. His fingers were beginning to feel a little cold since the glove only covered to his palm, but he wasn't worried about it, it'd take a hell of alot more than this to kill him, he was naturally warm for some reason, and the women seemed to love it on cold nights more often than not. "So, what time do you get off work tommorrow then? Any chance I can persuade you to share some time with me? Dinner perhaps? Or a good old fashioned night on the town? Or out of country even, all the same to me really." he says with a laugh, feeling far more at ease knowing that she wasn't going to run screaming from him. "If not, give me a call sometime, I mostly frequent clubs and such looking for parties, but I'm thinking of heading back to my home in Europe for awhile, getting some work done in peace for once, you'd be more than welcome to accompany me of course, if you need a good vacation, I bet I could pull some strings at your work to get you the time off as well, maybe even paid if I was good enough." he says with a laugh, highly doubting she'd accept.

"I do have too much to do now that I think about it." he says with a laugh. "I have to tune my bike, tweak my guns, clean the entire mansion, ughh..." he says with last one with a sigh and shudder, all six stories of hell awaiting him in Europe. "Blegh, regardless, you're more than welcome to come by and stay, or stop on your way to some other vacationing spots. Bring a friend or ten, women prefferably though!" he says with a laugh. "I never did get along well with males, something about me trying to charm every girl I meet seems to bother them, even if they aren't currently dating them." he says with a shrug, feigning innocence before laughing. "Choice is yours, but it'd be a good chance to satisfy you're curiousity." he says teasingly at her, winking, "You'd get to spend some alone time with me and meet the man behind the warrior, or something cheesy and romantic like that." he says with another laugh. "I do have to admit, I never was very good at flirting, it's mostly just my looks that make it work out for me." he says with a grin. He was hoping she'd come, he'd love to have company for once, he hated being alone in the massive house. He didn't even have any hired on help there yet, so it was always silent, except the few times he'd be playing music or something.