((Reserved for Mal))
Risk was buzzing tonight - as William had quickly discovered, it was buzzing like this most nights. The scents of blood, alcohol, sex and smoke hung heavy in the air and the noise was deafening, but Will had quickly learnt to block it out. His mental barriers were up on full as well, there were too many young vampires here, and older ones who simply conversed mentally. Will wasn’t practised enough with his mental skills to be able to listen in subtly, and he didn’t really care enough about what they were saying to bother, but he could put up a mental barrier and keep it there, stronger than rock.
The blonde vampire was perched on a stool by the bar, ignoring the press of humans and vampires trying to order drinks, whether alcohol or blood. He leant back against the bar, resting on his elbows, a cigarette dangling from between the fingers of his right hand, one long leg stretched out before him, resting on the floor and the other bent at the knee, his foot resting on the bar of the stool. Those legs were clad in tight dark demin jeans which fitted him well and ended in a pair of black boots. On top he was wearing a metallic silver shirt which matched the grey colour of his eyes. The top few buttons of the shirt were undone, showing the silver cross which hung around his neck, resting on the pale skin of his chest. Although he looked alert, there were dark circles under his eyes from a restless day; he’d barely slept, but he knew that after a drink he would feel much better.
Will didn’t really like Risk. It was too crowded, too busy, too many people attacking his senses, humans trying to get his attention, rubbing up against him unsubtly as they got served at the bar, wanting the buzz that comes from being fed from but they quickly lost interest when they discovered he wasn’t responding. He didn’t quite know what he was looking for, or if he was even looking for anything. He knew he should drink, after all, that was why he had come here (it was easier than finding and manipulating someone on the street), but his grey eyes were staring blankly towards the crowd, not really focusing on anything specific. He was aware of the people around him and if anything threatening or of interest came towards him he would snap out of this daze in an instant, but right now he was looking above the crowd, half watching the stairs which lead to the VIP lounge, without any real intent.
Blinking slowly he flicked the ash from his cigarette into an ashtray on the bar and took a drag, but as he exhaled he returned to his previous position as though he hadn’t moved at all.