Starter for @lionprotected
Being two hundred and forty years old meant he could outdrink almost anyone except the few people around his age. He wasn't the type to boast about it or make drinking competitions at the bars, no, he just went to the bars to meet new people, drink, and have fun. Tonight was one of those nights where he felt especially lonely, and he looked forward to taking someone home for the night.
He leaned against the bar and started his order, a good specialty drink from the bar he was in. What was the point in drinking or being able to hold your drink if you drank the same swine every night? No, he liked the variety in his drinks.
A good few hours in, and he was nice and buzzy. He went to the dance floor and began to dance. Being a dragon meant he held his heat, and vampires steered clear of him for that exact reason. Touching him meant getting burned or worse. He had wondered once in his early youth what it was like to do it with one, that curiosity had died a long time ago. Now, he liked to get laid and sometimes even stayed friends with his lays. He didn't pressure them, though, which was why he always ended up back in a bar looking for someone new.
He spotted someone he liked in the crowd and smiled. Prey found and locked. He walked towards him then and passed his hand around his waist. "Hello there," he greeted the man with a toothy smile. "Wanna dance? A drink on my tab, perhaps? Both?" He offered. He ordered a quick drink for himself and whatever his new partner had, quickly sipping from it when it was here.



















