@redicidium [[ continued from our original thread ]]
Emerald eyes gazed out taking observance of the potential vampire. He sat a few seats away but the lingering crowd made approaching him naturally harder for him. He didn't work well with crowds or groups. Instead he settled for remaining in his seat and studying him. The bartender with the healing bruise on his face left him a “complementary” drink. Gregori smirked not at him but the memory of what he’d done to him and took a sip of what turned out to be plain soda. No matter. He needed a clear head for what was to come.
His target seemed charming and engaging as well as attractive. The vor felt drawn to him out off all the leather and lace attendees in the club. His attraction to the dark haired man was more than just his good looks and a dark and mysterious allure. For Gregori that meant little. Rarely did he get hung up on things like gender and appearances. What was as close to what you could consider his sexuality was the aesthetic and act of vampirsim. This person several feet from him gave off this aesthetic. This feeling. One way or another he’d get his answer as to whether or not this man was what he seemed.
The pink haired man pushed his glass away with disinterest and waved at the bartender who paused his pouring and hesitantly but obediently approached him at his beckoning. Over the loud music and numerous clashing voices that surrounded him he placed an order of whiskey and asked it be given to the hooded stranger. The bartender nodded and continued his previous task before tending to his. Bar culture wasn’t something Gregori was familiar with. He assumed the act would at least draw the potential vampire his way.
