See the predator in his natural habitat...
The whimsical thought almost made Asa smiled as he discovered Robert Cross and added the vaguely British voice-over of a National Geographic television special. If they still had those. And what would said Society have to say about the predators that walked upright? That could identify one another with a single glance or heard word that sparked an inferno of hatred burning with wet, crimson flames?
This one, with more reason to hate than most.
Where other Kindred merely existed, this one been extended a measure of trust... and then disappeared. It wasn't often Asa came to The Man in Black -- an act of prudence for an immortal whose face might appear on the walls if the establishment were in the habit of hanging photos of nights long gone. With Alessandra's words about the Brood, he was willing to take the chance. To see how widespread their influence might be, or what neighboring area they might be infesting.
Instead, he found things as they always were. With the addition of the Burger King of Haunts (flame broiled).
With the weather at ninety degrees at dusk, Asa had opted for jeans and a dark purple on grey plaid with sleeves half rolled. There wasn't anyone here he needed to impress nor did he want to look like he was arrived to call in markers. Suit or no, he did exchange several nods and glances with other patrons as he descended the steps after soothing his Beast from the unpleasant surprise Robert Cross had presented. He moved slowly towards the bar; if Cross hadn't seen him, he'd rather make the man aware of his presence rather than have him turn around and be surprised.
"Straight Jack, pour two."
An old ritual. Asa tapped the second glass with his own before taking a swallow, toasting The Man In Black himself. Homage paid, he leaned against the bar to watch how far Silk Suit got with the little thief.
Shame Stamford left. I bet this guy would have paid good money to lick her heels after she'd whipped him.
Pick a Sphere! Asa probably has Allies, Status, or both.