Bill had, naturally, meant that he had seen George in general, not at any specific time. He hadn't exactly been clear on that idea, however, and it never occurred to him that he had at any point been confusing in his words.
Thankfully, David seemed to be just fine with with Bill's abrupt change in conversation, allowing his faux pax to go by unremarked upon. He really would have hated to have offended the vampire by accident, after all…especially since David didn't seem to be the bad sort of vampire that only wanted Bill for a meal.
Bill tugged his black pleather jacket down over his narrow hips a bit as David spoke. He had never been on a motorcycle before…it sounded as exciting as it did terrifying. It was something that Thomas would have steadfastly refused to let him even touch, much less get a ride on. Even Andi had told Bill more than once to never go off with a vampire alone, at least outside of Risk. Too many things could happen, he had explained, and Bill would just as likely end up dead as finding his brother.
"Where are you going?" Bill asked hesitantly, not wanting to let David go just yet. He may be a vampire, but he had only just begun to talk to Bill, and he certainly wasn't about to end a perfectly good conversation. He wondered if a vampire would actually fess up to his prey before he took him away, anyway.
What did it matter, though, really? The music store was closing and Thomas wasn't here. Andi wasn't here, either, so technically speaking he was alone with a vampire, in the middle of a crowd or not. He was already breaking the rules.
Bill worried his lip a little, tugging his jacket tighter over the grey Tool shirt he wore as a sharp wind lifted from the water to blow its way down the boardwalk. It was night at the boardwalk, which meant that it was fairly cool, anyway. What was he going to do, freeze his ass off waiting for Thomas, who wasn't going to come, or continue talking to David, who might just as likely take Bill somewhere warm.
Considering the alternative, it really did seem better than walking home in defeat…especially considering the fact that he had already begun to wear down his second hand black converse from the sheer fact that he did not own a car. He had never even learned to drive, as a matter of fact.
"I've never been on a motorcycle before," he continued after a moment, obviously having come close already to convincing himself to go with the vampire, wherever David was headed.
