open action; The Raven - 10pm - sunrise

[sheriffnorthman]

[The sun has set and Eric's out and about from wherever he took shelter from the sun that day. Since a couple of people mentioned the Underground and a bar called The Raven, Eric has decided he would check out the place and see about some breakfast.

He walks in, stops for a second and eyeballs the place, noticing the décor is a lot snazzier and high class than his own club. But then, Fangtasia is in Shreveport and there's only so much class the people around there can handle. He takes in all the patrons as he walks toward the bar. He wouldn't mind having a club here. His very own Fangtasia away from home, so to speak. Perhaps he should speak to the owner and get a feel for how business is run.

Eric leans against the bar counter, keeping an eye on the people mingling near him and waited, for either the bartender or anyone who caught his interest.]


[OOC: Anyone who is at The Raven and wants to interact with Eric is free to do so.]

Comments

[never_very_good]

Frankie's doing what he does best-- serving drinks, minding his own business unless asked otherwise, and keeping an eye on the room to make sure no one is starting trouble. Up at the Blue Light he'd be a bit chattier, but by and large most of the regulars at the Raven are here for what they serve, not the sparkling wit and conversation.

He nods as Eric comes up.

"What can I get you?"

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

"A positive, 98.6 degrees." He stares out at the room again. "I was told this establishment caters to vampires."

[never_very_good]

"Someone has to," he answers, glancing up with a polite half-smile as he fetches a glass bottle from a basin behind the bar, wiping it down with a rag to dry the few beads of warm water clinging to the surface. Body temperature, or close enough for most of their patrons who prefer it that way. Setting it and a glass on the counter in front of Eric, he takes a moment to consider the other man. From his voice, could be the newcomer on the Network, but who knows.

"New around here, huh?"

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

He takes a sip of the warm blood. Thank god it's not the synthetic stuff, he can't stand that kind. "It turns out my flight to New Orleans was canceled."

There's a slight pause while he takes another drink and then he asks, "Are you the owner of this bar?"

[never_very_good]

Frankie nods at the first comment, confirming his suspicion. Good to know advertising works once in a while.

"Isn't really an owner. When the last one went home she left it to the employees here, we manage all right." He leans back against a low refrigerator, posture more authoritative than his words would suggest, because he's as much the proprietor as anyone else here.

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

Eric nods and considers this a moment. It hadn't taken him long to decide he liked this bar. And when he liked something, well, he had to have it. "This place reminds me of the club I run in Shreveport. Fangtasia. Heard of it?"

[never_very_good]

The bartender raises an eyebrow at that. Funny, what a small set of universes it really is; all the more so because this has just come up in conversation. It's not a huge amount of information to have about the vampire, but it's something.

"Not in my world," he answers. Then adds, "But, yes."

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

"Really," he says with a vaguely interested tone of voice. "That's surprising. Are all your patrons vampires or do others come as well?"

Yes, he's still kind of digging for information. The place intrigues him.

[never_very_good]

"Vamps mostly, for the blood." He nods lightly at the bottle. "But we take all kinds, long as they stay out of trouble while they're here."

Frankie himself might seem out of place, except he carries himself with comfortable authority, human though he is. It's half practice, half military training.

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

Eric looks him right in the eye, still leaning against the bar with the grace of a cat. Might as well ask what he's been dancing around, since he's already made up his mind about the place.

"How would you like to sign over ownership of the club to me?"

[never_very_good]

Frankie's not immediately shaken, but he is wary. The Raven may not be his, but he's got a certain amount of loyalty to the place; and moreso to the former owners. So it's hardly a matter to take lightly.

"Presumptuous," is all he says at first, quietly, as he breaks eye contact to size Eric up.

"What makes you think we're looking to sell?"

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

"What makes you honestly think I care if you are or not?" Eric wanted to do this in a civilized manner, but if he had to use more persuasive means, he would.

"Besides, my business is very successful back home and I have a feeling it will be equally so here."

[never_very_good]

"Isn't just mine to sell," he points out. It's a matter of insurance; Frankie's not naive enough to think he's likely to win if there's a fight (though there's always the wild card of blood, when it comes to vampires, but that's hardly something he can count on.) But there are other employees with a stake in this, and Eric's tricks aren't guaranteed to work on all of them.

But Frankie's likely the most interested in getting the place under solid management, if only so he doesn't have to worry about it himself. Which he does, maybe more than he needs to.

"I might be able to talk 'em into taking you on as management," he adds, head slightly tilted as he considers the possibility. "Under the right circumstances."

[eiremagic]

[She's a tiny girl, barely topping five feet; she sits down next to Eric with only a cursory glace at him. When the bartender asks her what she wants, she orders a club soda in a thick North Irish accent and leans her face in one hand]

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

[Eric takes notice of the girl and watches her closely as she sits next to him. He doesn't consider her a threat at all and continues to drink his blood quietly. If she tried to speak to him, he would decide then if he answered back.]

[eiremagic]

[She eyes his blood for a minute]

A positive? Is that your type?

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

[He glances over at her.]

I prefer it over others, but it's not necessarily my favorite.

[eiremagic]

Well, it's certainly not common shite.

[She shrugs a bit and sips at her soda]

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

It's common enough among vampires.

[So far he didn't know what to think of this girl.]

[eiremagic]

[She considers him for a second]

Well, more common than some. How old are yeh?

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

How old do you think I am?

[He looks her directly in the eye. To most it can be intimidating and he likes it that way.]

[eiremagic]

[She looks him back in the eye, straight.]

Old. More than a millennium, maybe. At least five hundred years.

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

[The corner of his mouth twitches in a tiny smirk.]

Not bad, you were right on the first try. I'm over a thousand years old. Tell me, do you always guess a vampire's age correctly?

[eiremagic]

Usually. If not on the first guess, on the second.

[She takes a sip of her soda]

[vikingvampire.livejournal.com]

[Eric studies her some more. She doesn't smell like a vampire, so he assumes she's human.]

So, what brings you to a bar full of vampires?