"Ah, so you find my proposal appealing!" Quin declared grandly, his arm moving around Bryant's shoulder. "I dare say I do! What's your name?" he asked, and began to lead his fresh catch away from the billiards table and towards where the exit of the Rabbit was. To get there, he'd have to move past the bar.
Because he was intending on going outside, his tail snaked back beneath his coat and spiralled there, out of sight. His grip on Bryant didn't change, though, and he was mostly leaning against him as he walked, liking the firm feel of his body. He wasn't the marble statue like the older ones of his kind were - having sex with them was a bit like having sex in a hole inside a brick wall, or being pulverised up the ass with a stone hammer. It wasn't
that unappealing - he'd take a hardened old vampire over nothing, but the young and fresh ones were so much nicer!
"The walk back to my place isn't far," he explained once he got the vampire's name. He figured the fresh air would sober him up on the way, but first he had to get out of this devilish place intact.
Meanwhile, someone else was walking into the club, and he went over to the bar after a quick look around the place. He was also
wearing a grey overcoat, but not as long as Quin's, for he had no wings or tail to hide. Beneath the buttoned iron-grey coat he wore a striking mauve v-neck sweater and a white t-shirt, over black pants and black shiny shoes. He didn't feel the cold, but he was dressing to blend in with the business-men who were still in the city but gone out for some night life. He was looking too hipster to blend in correctly, thanks to his more fashionable choices, but well enough to be overlooked which was all he needed.
Ben approached the bar next to Sam, having no idea what the two women were talking about and thinking that one had just ordered a drink from the female bartender. When she glanced his way, he nodded acknowledgement to her and then spoke in a normal voice, knowing that her hearing would pick up his words in spite of the ear-blasting punk music.
"I'm here to see Jake?" he asked, knowing that this bar was the District Leader's headquarters, and figuring they would be on a different level. The bartender would likely know the best way he had to go in order to find his way to the ex-Oligarch. Ben hadn't noticed that Quin was here too, but he likely wouldn't have cared.