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</div></div>The scene before him was confusing. It seemed like the pair knew the Lioness, or maybe his social radar was defective as usual. He wasn't the greatest on picking up on things like this, but one thing he was drawn to was the pretty colors flickering from the rune's entrance. It has something mystifying about it, and it's clear just based on gut instinct that this is the locale where they had been headed. Wouldn't it seem like the obvious place to duck in, and hide from the cops? Maybe the untrained eye couldn't see it, yet concern etched in new friend's voice seemed to confirm the contrary. He was a mess of wanting to help, but not really because that required doing more than lazing about, and drinking which were his two best attributes in his mind. Having the rationale to get out of the noisy area the vampire wades through the entrance.<br/><br/>He takes in the decor of the bar that has a few suitors beside the newly acquired ones. He's admiring scenery when he's tugged by his newfound friend. The tipsy blood sucker examining the liquor in hand like a puppy aching for it's water bowl. It was almost as bad as his actual hunger how much he needed the alcohol to forget. Forget who he was, what he'd done. The life he had before. Everything had been picture perfect days before his undeath. He never thought he'd be dead at such a young age. Now here he was. Reanimated, and the worst part? He didn't even want to be here. Fingers make a loose grip around nothing as glass skirts across mahogany, and digits curl tight around it. He sniffs at the glass always having hated the taste of such liquids, but never the less he doesn't hold back. Raising the glass, and taking a big swig of the heinous beverage.<br/><br/>Familiar feeling, and buzz washing over the raven haired vampire. "Lil bit." Cheeky smile drawn, and a sly wink shot the way of his companion. Like a bad habit the glass is raised again, and this time he matches the pace of the lioness. Slamming the rest of his drink, and signaling with a come hither motion to either pass him the bottle, or refill the glass. "Was oddly serious about that, though.. Been taken an interest in ya since I saw ya.." He tries not to show it on the surface, but the vamp is nervous confiding that confession. "Ya remind me of someone I knew a long, long time ago.."<br/><br/>His figure is leaned over the bar some, and a smug smirk is drawn over his lips. "You gon tell me what you had in mind..?" - Then like a switch her attention is elsewhere. Fret he doesn't. Mind flickering to Salem. There's a pang of guilt for abandoning his friend. Trying to brush it off with a dismissive wave of his head. The cat would be fine. He was smart. Even when he had his doubts the feline always found it's way back to him.