Ale had to get out and mingle.
She had nowhere really in mind as she drove around, steering away from the loud flashy clubs and looking for some place more…quiet. A little on the seedy side, a place she could grab a beer, take a seat and watch. You’d be surprised what you could learn about people from simply observing them. And that’s what she intended to do. And maybe drum up some business, sometimes her kind of people, criminals, showed up. Sometimes interesting breathers showed up. It was a toss-up really. But she was open to whatever.
The Torino was parked near your typical dive bar, nothing busy, just the locals and usual’s enjoying some drinks and company. She pushes the blood into her cold, dead body, and surprises herself. It was always a shock to her when her heart began to beat once again in her chest, an alien feeling to the predator. Her skin took on a healthy flush color, still a little pale, but alive looking at least.
The Savage orders herself a pint of whatever was on tap for the night and found a booth near the back. It had an excellent view of the door, so she could watch people. But should someone be looking for her, they’d see her. With her status it was hard to go unnoticed these days, she really had to go out of her way for that to happen.
So there sat the Reeve, long dark hair done up in a messy ponytail. Tonight she had a fitted black sheet shirt that had holes up and down the arms. There was even holes at the bottom of the sleeves for her thumbs to poke through. A black bra was underneath and most of her upper body tattoos were on display. Black leather pants and steel toed boots were part of the outfit and her lips were a deep blood red.
Dark eyes watch the people mingle and drink, while looking towards the door every now and then. Ever observant and on guard.
-1 Vitae to look alive!