<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/1cfb2fa2-9f8c-49d4-9d3c-d36385cf0014_zps3dccdadc.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Garmr </span><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside Alexander Shaw's Manse to 'Friction.'<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 12:33am<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Saxa<br/><hr/><br/>Garmr offered a husky chuckle into the phone at the response, "Even if the information isn't good, the pictures are." He nodded, even though he was on the phone, "7:30? Sure, works for me. How about I meet you at Hyde Park? If it's not too far out of your way. Bring cash, man. I get paid under the table." He pulled his keys out of his pocket and put them into his motorcycle in expectation for the conversation to be ending. He was going to let it sit with that, but he didn't have any angle for making the man rush on his behalf without playing his hand.<br/><br/>Once it does, he changes his phone to type out the name he was given when the phone was answered. Something else to look up later. The bike was turned on with a loud roar, before he took off down the road towards downtown. If he was going to track down this woman, he wasn't going to do so hungry. The task being for Mr. Shaw meant that Garmr was going to take the easy route: Friction, a gay bar off the main strip in Atro City. Garmr found it easier to wrangle men there than women at any other club, maybe due to it being what he was used to, or maybe just because men were more direct in that way. It was a short trip downtown before he parked his bike outside the bar.<br/><br/>He undid the top button of the jeans he was wearing, keeping the leather jacket on as he made his way in. A couple of bills were passed off to the bouncer to pay for the cover and get his way in. He made a bee line directly for the bar itself, even if he had no interest in ordering anything. He took a quick scan around at what Friction had to offer tonight, eyes narrowed above a grin. Normally, his MO would be to sit back and see who came to him, but duty was calling tonight. This was supposed to be a quick affair, and Garmr would need to continue to be the predator here. The bar was mostly younger college aged kids, but there were a couple of guys ranging from late 20s to early 40s. Garmr made his way over to one of the men in his mid 30s, giving a brief wave even though he was already standing in front of him.<br/><br/>The two exchanged a brief single word verbal greeting with each other before sizing each other up. Garmr leaned in closer to talk to the man over the loud music of the cluib. Garmr was very clear: He wanted to get fucked, bare, on his back, and somewhere close. Garmr punctuated the point by sliding a hand right down to the stranger's crotch and giving a squeeze. The stranger was taken a back, but there was very an undeniable animal attraction in Garmr, that played off the fear and danger most mortals felt around Vampires.<br/><br/>There wasn't much discussion after that, the stranger thinking about it briefly before just nodding. The two went into the bathroom, and even while the two were fiercely making out, they managed to find their way into one of the stalls. Hands groping and grabbing at each other, exploring a stranger and learning about the subtle curves and indents of each others bodies before they even exchanged names. Minutes later the door of the stall was closed and locked with the two men inside, both of them pushing their pants down their thighs just enough that is required. Garmr laid back on the toilet, his hands gripping the edge with his ass hanging off the edge, while the older stranger pulled his legs up. A pillow of lube was bitten as a sloppily and quickly applied precaution, before the stranger sunk into Garmr's tight hole. Garmr was embraced as a virgin in that regard, and every morning, he woke up just the same. Garmr pulled the stranger's body down over him, hands cupping at the back of his neck in shoulders. Garmr alternated between a deep kiss with the stranger and kissing at his neck; the only breathes to escape Garmr were the ones forced out with groans.<br/><br/>Garmr asked the man to warn him before he finished. When the man obliged, just as the orgasm washed over his body, Garmr sunk his teeth into the man's exposed neck and began to drink. By the time the orgasm died down, Garmr had taken all the blood he had needed, leaving the man winded and exhausted from the physical activity combined with having his blood drained. Garmr gave a chuckle as he watched the man stumble back and rest against the back wall of the stall. A few empty comments about the man looked like he had 'had too many,' as Garmr stood up to pull his pants up. He wrote his phone number down on the man's hand before heading out.<br/><br/>He left the bar only shortly after he entered, an act only acknowledged by the bouncer who gave a shake of his head and a chuckle. Garmr got back on his bike and fired it up again, pulling out onto the main drag of Atro City to head closer to the 'haunts' that Kiara had frequented, hoping she was still active this late at night...