Who: @coltmercerWhen: Beginning of the Gala
It might be reckless of Quin to bring a human to this sort of event, but weighing the possibility of being bored against the chance that some inconsiderate vampire would grab a guest who was clearly here as someone’s guest made his course of action clear. He had his own work to be doing, he knew, but it was good to have someone to circle back to when he was finished scanning around the room for other members of his clan to see if they were doing whatever they’d been tasked with.
The thing was, he liked Colt. The ranch was one of the few places in town that he could find specialty tools, and conversations went easier when his explanations for his odd behaviors were accepted so easily. As far as Colt was aware, Quin was a courier for a medical supply company in town, working odd hours that made him only have free time to drop by in the late nights and early mornings. Strong opinions on certain historical events and a distaste for technology were dismissed as being a history buff and an old soul. At his core, Quin was an old man who liked to complain and it was nice having someone uninvolved with Reardon to complain to.
All of that to say that he really didn’t like the idea of having to find the man’s corpse somewhere in one of the designated feeding areas. A verbena charm was helpful for keeping other vamps from diving at his neck fangs-first, but he had to be a little more careful if he wanted to get out of this with all of his blood.
“Don’t talk to them, them, or... them.” Quin was scanning the room, looking for anyone he knew might not be able to keep themselves together around a human, pointing them out to Colt. “They’re easy to anger, it’s better to stay away completely.”