<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYq_Vdu2MMIrsGENLwaDv54Xqfli1mPkvAUG2tc3IwYCNTZiDv)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor James von Rosenberg The Third<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pothos<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Galilea #888, Open<br/><hr/><br/>He watched the woman as she got him his order. She was an attractive woman to say the least. He wasn’t sure about her smell though. After she scanned his card he quickly put it away. You could never be too careful with such things. “Thanks.” He reached out and easily opened the bottle and filled the glass about half way before he closed the bottle back up.  With the fingers of his right hand he slowly picked up the glass and closed his eyes. He brought it up to his nose and let the sent fill his nose. His lips spread into a tight smile as the aroma seeped into him. For several moments he just swirled the dark red content in the glass just letting the smell fill his nose. He seemed to forget everything else in the room before he finally brought the glass to his lips. The dark red liquid slipped into his mouth swirling around his tongue.<br/><br/>He let the taste of it stay there for several moments before he gulped it down. He quickly drained the rest of the glass before setting it down before him. When he opened his eyes the seemed to be a distinct color. Instead of the cold blue eyes from before they had seemingly turned a crimson red. “I am glad that this place does after all have some good wine to drink.” He leaned back slightly in his seat as he stared at the bartender. He turned away for a moment and looked around at the other people in the club. His eyes scanned the room for a moment before his gaze once more returned to the bartender behind the bar. “So what is the most expensive drink on the menu?”