â Dae's docs partially stuck on the sticky floor of the establishment as he walked past others to get to the bar. His shoulders being knocked as some made their way to the stage, looking to get closer to the local band performing. He was meant to be hunting but without the encouragement of his more self embraced roommate Dae was having trouble convincing himself that he needed to feed. The incubi was always ready to convince himself he could last another night, even as his muscles ached and his stomach churned.
â "What do you got on tap, darling?" he asked the bartender, fingers with chipped polish tapping on the edge of worn wood as he eyed the various handles for the beer. Some were basics - Budweisers and Coors - while others were sourced locally, some from other areas of the state. The bartender was about to tell him when someone interrupted, asking for a gin and tonic and the bartender got to work. A heavy sigh left Dae's lips. He was so fucking horrible at this these days he couldn't even get a bartender to talk to him for two seconds.
The bar, possibly the best place to be in a few ways. His music school was thriving, hell all of Saintes was thriving and it felt odd in a way. Scott still had to get used to being out in the open but maybe he would never fully get used to that.
The bar was busy, more than just busy and it got annoying fast so he leaned over the bar, knowing the bartender was human. "I'll help myself." A little compulsion was harmless in his mind and so he let himself behind the bar, seeing others were waiting too and half hearing a question asked. "Oh, I don't know, just pick your poison?" Scott chuckled and grabbed a glass to fill it up with one of the taps which he knew was from a local brewery. "Try this one." He said as he pushed the glass towards the one at the bar and then filled a glass up for himself.
















