Giving a house key to the feral vampire you found hovering over a gored body with blood soaking his clothes and more importantly, his mouth, may have seemed like a bad idea to some. Well… to many.
Aviel isn’t really ‘many’ though. The vampire has lived too long to be scared of much, and he’s found Jasim too useful to cast away after an admonishment about gluttony and leaving messes. And perhaps if they hadn’t gotten so close, perhaps if they hadn’t fucked….
He sits in his impressive home, sideways on the sofa, with a laptop open and legs bent. Comfortable clothes for a day in, a coffee in a cup on the coffee table. Reading glasses have slipped down and down on the bridge of his nose in contemplation… but his gaze finally lifts when he hears the door. “My dark prize…” Slight teasing in the flowery pet name as he tilts his head up. “I was just about to text you.” Debatable.
with an unhealthy penchant for helping anyone and everyone at any time, ever, ines finds herself giggling as her new bar - friend struggles to understand the vast possibilities of the google umbrella. truthfully, she has struggled herself with such tools, but having to organize a dozen people in fixing up the campground has honed her abilities, and she can lay out a google sheets spreadsheet like a damn pro. "well, you know how it is. everything changes all at once, and it's usually just as you've caught up with the last stuff. i struggle with it too, which does me no favors in feeling old as hell." ines's nose scrunches as a coy laugh and bright smile grace her features. something about the man beside her is curious, ines thinks to herself, but her sixth sense has been tingling nonstop since she arrived in blackwater earlier this year, so she knows there's no use in trying to truly understand it. "you'll get the hang of it, don't worry. and if not, they'll probably just stick some high school student in need of credits in there to help you with it." shrugging her slender shoulders, ines sips down the last of her soda water and politely raises a hand to flag down the bartender. "can i treat you to another?" she asks as she turns back to the man, pointing to his own cocktail. "it's the least i could do, after watching you suffer over that ipad for the last hour, eh?"
Dark eyes take her in as she offers him another drink. A wolfish smile forms on immortal lips, and Aviel can't help a little lean into one hand, elbow propping up on the counter. "Oh, I hardly need anything to help me with the feeling that I'm some ancient crypt-keeper. Just ask my students. They think I saw the pyramids get built."
A finishing gulp of the dark and stormy as he hesitates, seeming to mull over the offer. Finally, a nod. "Only if it's a lemon drop, babes. Think I need something a little more tart... but what are you drinking? A vodka soda? I wouldn't want to order anything too fanciful on your tab."
A 507 year old vampire sits in a bar stool at the Broken Tap, wearing a bracelet made of colorfully painted macaroni and pom-poms, and taps away a bit harshly at an iPad.
"It just makes no sense to change the entire curriculum database on the fly. They said it's all connected to Google now. And I get that, but you go to Google and it's just... the browser with the search bar. You're telling me they put it all on here? Meetings, video calls?" So maybe Aviel's had a hard time with newer technology. But he's figured out electricity and batteries and all that just fine - and his Kindle app? Forget about it. Click and go, basically.
He taps a few more times and sets it down, replacing the iPad with his Dark & Stormy and taking a nice long sip of it. "I'll just ride by the seat of my pants, like I've always done, huh? Past 30 years, haven't gotten a kick in the keister just yet."
It feels like a blur—the seconds from entryway to bedroom—guided by broad hands that keep him close. Jasim luxuriates in all of it, how he feels wanted. It's all he craves, at the end of the day, to fulfill a purpose for someone. Scarcely himself.
Both of those icy hands cradle Aviel's jaw, stealing kiss after needy kiss, chuckling against his lips at the comment in regards to his virility. "You have a mouth and fingers that work just fine, don't you? Real nice ones, at that..." A pause dedicated to another kiss, hungrier than the previous. "I'm sure you'll surprise me."
Then, he's allowing his hands to drop, only to swiftly unbutton his silky blouse and slip it off of his waif frame. Soft lilac fabric falling to the floor without care, skin bared.
"Is this what you want, baby?"
Because Jasim already knows what he wants, pushing Aviel onto the mattress and straddling him with practiced ease. Now he's the one sucking a deep purple mark into Aviel's skin, just above a pulse point in his neck he specifically sought out. Blood to the surface without breaking skin, purely to taste a hint of the sweetened metallic he craves.
He has to will his fangs from dropping—it's too soon for that—and distract himself by rolling his hips in slow movements. Grinding his ass against Avi's clothed cock.
It is difficult to predict how things will go with a stranger in the night. It's also been a very long time since Aviel's done anything like this. He's flirted with a great many bar-goers. Made false promises and jokes and winked. Slid a hand down a back, dangerously close to going south...
Jasim is a tropical storm.
Warmth when Avi looks at him - that gorgeous honey skin and those eyes, the soft flesh of his pecs and stomach becoming visible.
The tempest of kissing, hurried breath, the way he climbs up onto him so quickly. Hips against the human's as Jasim sucks bruises onto his nape.
Strong. Blowing him over with hands pushing him down, that body above him. Delicious.
Is this what you want, baby?
"I want you." It falls from his lips in a hurried breath, to this stranger he hardly knows. It's true, though, and it's tugged out of his throat ni a whirlwind. His broad palms grip onto the thighs that straddle him. They fit perfectly there, so much so that Avi's gaze has to pause on the way those hips settle against his own.
Finally he helps with his shirt- a few buttons undone, fabric dropping off a broad chest dusted with hair, thrown to one side before he leans up to meet Jasim's mouth in a needier kiss while his hips rock into him and a hand slips down and under his trousers to get a nice handful of that ass. Drag him closer. Lock onto his presence.
Already it's a relief to be inside of the home, crossing the threshold into the private space and allowing his gaze to wander briefly. It's difficult, though, when Jasim is so distracted. Eaten alive by his want, this multifarious hunger.
It's beautiful, he can tell that much, matching the beautiful man his eyes return to. He grins at the question, however it falters just slightly when Aviel's hand finds his chest. Over his heart...
What exists of his heartbeat is weak and false, a synthetic pulsation controlled by the remnants of blood consumed the night before. Most is rerouted elsewhere—where it matters most, he thinks. Still, he doesn't want to have to explain it, so he reaches for Aviel's hand. Guides it to his ass in a distraction of sorts.
"Bed, baby," he answers, finally. "Later, though... you can fuck me on the sofa, up against the wall, anywhere you'd like." A little teaser of how insatiable he truly is, what Aviel is in for. Then, he's kissing the man again, swiping his tongue along his lower lip in hopes of entry.
Hands are guided down to Jasim's ass and he takes full advantage - two wonderful handfuls that he uses to tug the other flush to him. Let him feel his own arousal, let him understand the need that seems to emanate from the two of them so easily.
It's not lost on Avi- that almost nonexistent heartbeat. The way he's pulled away before he can properly ascertain the presence of that pulse. In reality, it makes things far more interesting. A pretty little vampire at a bar, picking up some old human by himself with a cider?
They both smell and taste like cigarettes. An elbow pushes a door closeby open and there's a low king-sized bed with a dark quilt, a pile of cushy pillows. A rumpled shirt he'd decided against wearing still strewn on the side of the bed.
None of it really matters. He's tugging Jas with him, Avi going arse first to settle himself onto the edge of the mattress.
"You have so much faith in my virility. Have I mentioned I'm 70 years old?" But Aviel's wolfish smile grows as broad hands squeeze that gorgeous ass and slip up to his waist, specifically to tug that shirt out, and get fingertips up and under to touch that back.
Cold. Chilled skin, and it's delightful in comparison to the warmth of Aviel's worn fingertips. Tilting his head to Jas's, noses brush and he smirks as his gaze dips from lips to eyes.
"Such a pretty little thing." A soft ghost of a kiss. "I think you're far too overdressed for me to properly enjoy you, though." He purrs as he dips to suck a spot against the other's gorgeous copper skin, scraping teeth and slipping one hand down the back of his trousers to get a good handful of ass and squeeze.
"Goooooood evening, Bitties - it’s one of those nights where I’m deeply contemplative on the nature of many things. I’m sure we all get that way. When you sit alone and it’s raining, and something about the sound is so deeply nostalgic even though you hear it all the time. And then, you somehow get into existential questions about self, about love, about loss.
And it’ll all stemmed from grabbing some ice for your glass of water or something, right? Because, well, your second cousin used to make jokes about how you only put 2 ice cubes in your drink. Like why only 2? Is that enough to get it cold? And you’d only see that second cousin every summer, because your families would go to that old lodge by the lake. You’d swim all day and then dry out on the rocks, and you’d both go steal a few otter pops from the secret cooler your uncle kept in the garage."
... more of Aviel's podcast under the read more ....
"So you start thinking about that lodge, and your uncle. Passed from pancreatic cancer, years ago. You start wondering if your second cousin’s okay- haven’t heard from her in a long time. She sold the lodge, though, after her father died. And last time you had a call with her, she was complaining about her son wanting an iPhone.
Rain’s still falling. You start thinking about invention. Utilitarian things like spoons and forks. iPhones.
Things that we don’t need but we like. Beanbag chairs. Pringles.
What else is invention though? Through imagination, we can conduct so many ideas… inventions of the mind, whether they come to fruition or not."
"Is Bigfoot a real, hairy apeman? Or is he the invention of some creatives with too much time on their hands and a gorilla suit? Was Nessie a sea serpent, or dark metal pieces, some concoction to confuse humans for years, and elude them to this day?
This all stems from my feelings on a truly unique cryptid, and our subject today. The Fresno Nightcrawlers.
Any cryptid enthusiast knows them - the white, ghostly pants. Armless creatures with long legs, walking almost as if they’re on strings. Marionettes to something celestial, perhaps.
Some say sightings are few… but with multiple angled video recordings to look at, it’s hard to deny there’s something otherworldly at play. But does nostalgia color our views on this being? Let's start with the basics."
"A man named Jose was the first to see them in Fresno California - they were in his front yard, and even more peculiar was that he went to look only because his dog had started barking at something out in the night.
I don’t know about you - but there’s something far scarier about a creature that dogs don’t like. Having a dog on edge? There must’ve been something, or someone, out front of this poor man’s yard. But he caught it on CCTV footage… his brother even reported finding tiny footprints out front. However, even more odd… that CCTV footage was mysteriously deleted. All that remains of the original recording is a video of the security monitor.
So we know they have tiny feet, long legs, no arms. We know that some force is at play to delete footage of them. So what are they? Where are they from, what’s their plan?
What’s even more odd… they have been seen recently. The most recent documented sighting is in 2020."
"They’ve been filmed at night in Yosemite- two of them, one large, one small. Walking, slow, across the screen. Now, I have to be honest - the footage of that specific instance? The jury’s still out for me. Dear Bitties, I’m sure you’ve seen it, but they almost look a bit too perfect. Too crisp, comparatively to the background. As if someone had laid it all out.
I’ve seen the Nightcrawlers likened to those little tissue ghosts people often make as children - something I can say I used to do with my son and daughter on many October evenings. And I can’t help but agree, even to the point where some of the footage can appear slightly… tissue-esque.
However. Fear not, Bitties. Because In all the footage, they are so incredibly consistent that it’s hard to disagree that something unexplainable is there.
Many think these are aliens- and with hieroglyphics from Egypt sometimes showing humanoid figures with their arms completely at their sides, paler than the average being they would depict… well, you do the math.
Tell you what, let’s ruminate on it. Time to take a quick brain-break to hear some ads and then we’ll be deep-diving into a nightcrawler’s connection to aliens, ghosts… and maybe even deer? Hm. Makes you think. Now, a word from our sponsors…."
It's a lovely little walk, albeit one that has his impatience growing and gnawing at his insides. Still, he can appreciate this autumnal weather, the nice breeze that his already cold skin only partially registers.
Then, they're there, and Jasim is about to comment on the silhouette of a calico with an excited shine to his eyes. Words on the tip of his tongue, ultimately silenced by a kiss he should expect but doesn't.
A soft sound in his throat to denote surprise and soon his approval, returning that raw neediness tenfold.
While he could dominate the other in strength of an unnatural variety, Jasim doesn't. No, he's actually quite pliant, succumbing to Aviel's height. How their lips fit just right together. He uses the brick behind him as leverage, back arching off of it and heels of his nice dress shoes lifting from the ground to meet the taller man's mouth.
Slim fingers find temporary residence on Aviel's chest, clutching fabric tightly, though he releases it after a few more moments. He has to get them inside, needs more than this short-lived taste. He swears he's being helpful when he parts and reaches down, settles his hand on Aviel's thigh and near the curve of his ass—for balance, he swears—to grab the keys.
He holds them out with an expectant gaze in wide eyes, "C'mon, baby, can't wait any longer."
Avi's too proud to reveal how long it's been since he's done this. Kissed another person, taken advantage of a beautiful evening with good company.
Jasim is on his toes to meet his lips - those hands grip his shirt, and Aviel isn't sure he wants to part ways to get inside. Not when this man's slim waist is settled in his broad hands and he could easily keep him pressed against this wall, let his grip move south...
But keys are fetched, and he shifts to get the door open while one arm stays wrapped around Jasim's trim waist. He likes keeping the other close, pressed against him... and he reluctantly pulls back to tug Jasim inside.
Inside is quite stylish but homey, many interesting old antiques and sleek furniture. But Avi is already attaching himself to Jas's cheek, jaw, neck. The keys are dropped at the entryway table as his fingers dig into his waist.
"Sofa? Bed? Where?" He purrs, a hand slipping up and against his chest. A subtle touch... and perhaps, a try to feel for that heartbeat that should be rushing right now. Should be pounding...
A ghost... no. Though Aviel's seen a few. If someone can live forever as a vampire, sucking blood with inhuman strength, then who's to say ghosts don't roam around in cemeteries like people say? "If you were a ghost, I imagine you wouldn't be out in the light. They're normally creatures of the darkness... and there's far too many people here for a ghost to be comfortable."
The former archaeologist, historian, et cetera, lifts a cosmopolitan to his lips. A quick sip. "You looked familiar. Maybe a friend of a friend of an ex-wife or ex-husband. Or a friend of a brother of my son's wife." Avi shrugs a shoulder as a wolfish smile forms, a lean into the counter. "What has you drinking scotch alone? Waiting for some old man to talk to you about ghosts? I'm always up to the task. Or ghouls. We could discuss ghouls."
She can appreciate the straightforward logic in his reasoning, a clearly stated thesis and succinct evidence to prove it. It's enough to have her listen to the next thirty seconds before making a decision to engage in conversation. "Now, be honest, do you say that to all the beautiful people that you chat up in bars?" She sips her drink slowly as she thinks about all of the things that has driven her to this moment. "Well... what is it the youths used to say? It's complicated? I don't even know if Facebook statuses are a thing anymore," she says with a light grimace.
"Perhaps discussing ghouls would be less horrifying than discussing the advent of social media and how it has absolutely demolished any semblance of individuality without monetization. Usually that is enough to scare away most old men," she shoots back congenially. "So you are an expert in ghosts and ghouls. What else have you seen in your years?"
A grin as she calls herself beautiful. Because, of course, she is- but he admires the confidence more. Someone who knows what they have and what they've got. It makes her far more interesting than some random passerby at the bar counter.
"Do I normally talk about ghosts with beautiful people at the bar? Or do I normally find people familiar? Either way... yes, I think. To an extent. I've lived in Port Leiry for a while now, so I find a lot of people look like someone I've met before." He chuckles and takes another, longer sip of his cosmo this time. "As much of an expert one can be. But I've seen plenty. It's more of what haven't I seen, at this point. I talk about it, ad nauseam, on my podcast."
She smiles. This man is warm of heart, and friendly.
"We have our agency and little else," she smiles, taking him in; he is exuberant, with the energy of somebody younger than his visage would have her guess.
"I'm Apsara," she says, "Sara is fine if you would. Out to enjoy the weather and see what the day brings." She has, beside her, a book, handmade, bound in leather, and a pen. "And to do some writing - a hobby, you see."
What draws her places day to day, she doesn't know, but she does know to follow it, because often times it leads her places, leads her eyes to the next thing.
She seems to talk like a riddle, and it's intriguing. Or, maybe not exactly a riddle... like someone from another time. And it immediately makes him more curious. After all, one can't be told that supernatural beings exist and not be expected to assume just about everybody might be one.
"Apsara." An otherworldly name, too. "How beautiful. It fits you perfectly, really... though I don't think I've ever heard a name like that before. Quite fantastical, isn't it?" And here she sits, to do some writing in her leather-bound journal.
He leans into an elbow. "And what do you typically write about, on a day like today? I fancy a bit of writing myself, though it's normally scripts for my podcast."
A tilt of his head, and Jasim can't help it when he maintains that jesting tone, "You saying you got money, babe?" He shakes his head, a chuckle escaping him because he thinks he's so fucking funny, before he steals a final drag off of his cigarette and puts it out in one of the available ashtrays.
He's shameless, really, when his gaze ventures to the hand squeezing his thigh before slowly lifting to find Aviel's eyes. So blatantly luxuriating in the man's handsome features. An exhale of smoke from his nose and parted lips, and then, "You think you can trust me?"
But, he's asking too many questions and he has no desire to stall the inevitable much longer, with his mind running a thousand miles a minute. It's rather abrupt when he stands, giving a tug to Aviel's hand. "Come on, then, let's go to yours. Lead me, baby."
"Oh? Is that what I said? Hm... I mean, you can certainly believe whatever you like." His cigarette is stolen and Avi simply watches in a wrapt attention. He is unique, this person. Human or not, though something about him points to the latter somehow. Not that Aviel could substantiate such a claim right now. Just a feeling.
No, Aviel can't really trust anybody, can he? But he lifts that hand that had taken his cigarette and presses a kiss to the knuckles. "Not sure yet. Suppose I'll have to find out."
And then they're up and off. He's downing the rest of his cider as fingers tangle through Jasim's and he takes up the lead to make sure they're heading in the right direction.
The bar isn't far from Avi's place, which is settled back aways from the street. A mid-century modern home that looks both vintage and expensive - giant windows, a burgundy door. Even from afar, through the lit up front entryway, a calico cat can be seen watching them through the little window to the side of the door. He's been doing well just leading, trying not to spend too much thought on the absolutely gorgeous man he's met by happenstance.
He turns eyes on Jasim finally, in the midst of getting a key out... and he stops himself, gaze raking over the vampire before he can help it. The keys are forgotten about briefly, as a hand slips around his waist and he tugs Jasim against him and into a needy and, in his opinion, long overdue kiss. It's easy for the taller man to press him against the painted brick of the entryway, dropping the keys with a jingle.
"Oi, you're just teasing me at this rate, babe," he jests, even if it does feel like it. Little games and challenges, of which Jasim is all too happy to engage in, as his free hand reaches for Aviel's again. Slim fingers guide that broad hand to his lap, simply resting there for the moment, holding it tightly.
Too tight, maybe—he still struggles to gauge his new, not-new strength.
No matter, when he's nodding and flashing one of those bright grins, "I do want to see it. Just need to know that you're gonna treat me right first." He leaves it at that, with no want or intention to expound.
Another inhale off of his cigarette, words trailing behind a plume of smoke, "Fuck, you're making me yearn for a place I've never even known. Tell me more about your visit, yeah? My biggest regret is that I've not traveled much or seen the world the way you have."
They're quite lucky that this area of the outdoor seating seems quite secluded, and quiet - for Jasim's guiding hand has the human's brow furrowing before a little smile forms on his face.
A tight hold, keeping his hand there where they both clearly want it. He gives his thigh a squeeze. "Treat you right." He echoes, and takes a drag from his own. Smoke releases from behind his teeth and he takes his time with another long sip of his cider. Regarding the frankly gorgeous man beside him. "Am I supposed to tell you about my 401K, and if I'm a homeowner? What will help you confirm if I'll treat you right?"
He shifts closer, and with both of them smoking, it's almost foggy between them in the brief silence. Avi's fingers splay before giving Jasim's upper thigh another squeeze. "Why don't I tell you about it back at mine, darling? If you think I can be trusted." His voice is a murmur against Jas's ear however, so close his nose brushes his cheek. "I may be yearning myself."
With cigarette between his lips once more, it's with an inhale and a nod that he approves Aviel's pronunciation of his name. Jasim can't help but smirk, however, at the other's next choice of words. He tilts his head, "What would it look like if I did give you that sorta power?"
It's about as much as he's willing to give to a human. In fleeting thoughts, he's already conjured up ways to seduce and destroy the man he's leaned against; that hungry look in his eyes infernal, permanent.
The topic of travel is a good enough distraction, causing him to perk up and exhale smoke, offering his cigarette to Aviel.
"Oh! I've always wanted to visit Croatia... The Krka river looks so ethereal in photos, I can't imagine how magical it is in person." A brief look of reverie in those full moon eyes, before he shakes his head. "Just home—Bangladesh—then Newcastle, and London for a stint, and... now I'm here."
Aviel's always keenly aware that he could be talking to some type of creature. When you find out that werewolves and vampires and witches live among you, you don't really ever go back to a normal state of mind. You're always wondering about each person you come across. Each new face could be someone with unspeakable power.
Something about his new company certainly feels ethereal. It could be those hungry eyes, or how eager he is to be close... he's not sure if it's simply carnal or... animal. Avi lifts his cider to his lips with a smile, because he does so love a challenge.
"I suppose you'd have to decide if that's something you want to see. And we would go from there, darling. Wouldn't we?"
A raise of eyebrows in curiosity. "We did an archaeological study by the Krka. Ritual vessels from 4,000 years ago, ancient dwellings..."
"The age old question." She muses, quietly. "Why have I done this to myself?" She smiles to Aviel from across the able.
With that she digs into her own lunch, a robust and delicious looking salad that suits her vegetarian diet. It is in these moments that she allows herself to be something other than the head of a coven that she finds the most alien - burdened by foreknowledge and by the lateral understanding of Port Leiry's secret world, she ever feels on edge;
It is in mingling with the occasional man or woman who are not, at least fully; Aviel, she gets the feeling, knows more than he lets on. It is this that has drawn her to him, a relative stranger, in the center of a park - this idea, this hint from some Greater Will, that this type of man, with one foot in and one foot out, will be increasingly important in the coming turbulent days in this city.
He skewers a few macaroni noodles, a shrug of a shoulder and a laugh. In all honesty, Avi isn't 100% sure why this woman has decided to sit right across from him. But he's never shied away from new friends, new strangers to talk to... especially mysterious ones. His absolute favorite.
Aviel plays with the little woven bracelet on his wrist - a hokey pokey little craft project made by one of his grandkids - and thinks about that. "You know, it's a lovely philosophy, and one I think I take to heart. Why do anything? Because you want to. Why study archaeology? Why learn so much about art? Why be a dad, why marry? Why start a podcast, why be obsessed with Bigfoot? Because I wanted to."
He pulls a lemonade he'd bought from the same food cart over to take a quick sip. "I'm Aviel, by the way. Who might you be, mysterious stranger?"
Jasim settles in right next to Aviel on one of the seats, arguably a bit too close to this stranger, but he's never been stellar with boundaries. "Aviel... I like that, suits you," he purrs out as he fishes out his own pack of cigarettes from his jacket, with the following motions of placing one between his lips and lighting it.
"Name's Jasim, or Jas." There's a brief pause for him to exhale smoke, plucking the cigarette from his lips to speak clearly instead of mumbling, "Quite frankly, babe, you can call me whatever the fuck you'd like." That boyish grin shifts to a smirk with a sinister underbelly, a chuckle escaping him.
"You mentioned traveling," because he just can't stay on one subject for too long. "What's been your favorite place to visit?"
Avi finds himself pressed close to this new acquaintance who he imagines may become a lot more familiar by the end of the evening. Legs bumping together, the younger man sitting near with his own carton of cigarettes. Aviel chuckles, and puts his own away- he would've been happy to give him one, after all.
"Jasim." He repeats it to make sure he says it correctly. A cute name as well. "Oh, you don't want to give me that kind of power, babes. You never know what could happen."
At the same time, the human knows the power he has is nothing compared to some of the creatures around him. These dark beings that prowl around, that lie in wait... and many of which run stores and shops, drink coffee, and go off to their jobs every day. So fascinating.
He leans an elbow on the table, tucks his hand under his own chin. "I loved Croatia, Italy, and Albania. That whole area was absolutely stunning, really." He takes another sip of his cider. "And what about you? Have you done any traveling? Anywhere you'd like to go?"
It seems Jasim is unable to wipe the grin off his face, and how could he? When someone so handsome is calling him handsome. He'll never tire of such fortunate encounters, with a too eager nod at the offer, "I'd love to, babe."
Then, the cider is held out to him. He accepts it to be polite, takes a tepid sip, before he ultimately hands it right back over to Aviel. Not out of disgust, but because it tastes like... nothing. Close to nothing, anyway. A faint flavor that he has to pretend he enjoys, just barely remembering to save face—
"Haven't had one of these since I lived in Newcastle," with a nod of approval, promptly redirecting his attention to reaching for Aviel's hand and giving a gentle tug; only to guide him towards one of the outdoor seats. "I think I fancy a cigarette more, though."
Avi watches the way Jasim sips the cider. It's a small one - and there's hardly even a registering of its flavor. Interesting. The human's eyes crinkle however, and he takes his glass back. "Newcastle? Lovely. Used to do quite a bit of traveling, in my day. I suppose I've slowed down a bit... come, then."
His hand is taken, and pulled towards the outside. A little smile forms as he follows. "I'm Aviel, by the way. Avi, if you like. And who do I have the pleasure of knowing?" He asks as he sinks himself into a seat.
His drink is set down, hand reluctantly slipping out of Jasim's to take out a carton of cigarettes and a lighter.
