On the Rocks -Open-

[miguel]

Miguel stepped off the the plane with one last grin to the girl who'd been sitting beside him on the flight over. He'd gotten a phone number and he wasn't sure if he'd use it, may as well since he was only going to be in the city for couple days wasn't like he had any commitments back home anymore, besides even if he did it wouldn't matter he knew he would never get caught.

His whole life had been a series of 'that would never happen to me' moments and so far it had been true. Even at home when he'd been younger he'd had sort of an easy ride. It was true that he worked hard for everything he had but he had never known failure. Whatever he put his mind to, he got and he liked it that way. His brother on the other hand...well, honestly he didn't know where things had gone wrong. In a lot of ways they were similar but then in other ways so far apart.

Had he done things wrong? Yes, he was just smart enough not to get caught. The pressure to be perfect sometimes got to him, but he was strong enough to deal with it. Moving through the airport now he made his way to the doors and grabbed a taxi to the hotel. Two days observing and evaluating their performance was hardly enough time but this was one of the smaller chains and honestly not a huge concern for him, or the company. It was mostly just an appearance more than anything.

Most times he spent a week to two weeks there. It was sort of nice, basically he got to be a guest and he didn't have to pay for anything, it was a sweet life especially when he got to go all over the country and hopefully if he did a good enough job those travel opportunities were going to extend around the world. Of course all his travel had been part of the reason Carina had left him. So much for the promise of engagement. He tried to pretend like it didn't even phase him, but the truth was his methods of coping were crap.

Mostly they consisted of finding the first bar he set his eyes on and delving into a bottle of alcohol. Speaking of which. He got his car rental and drove along the street until he spotted the first half decent looking bar in town and he pulled into the parking lot. He could cab it from there to the hotel and back again if he needed to. Putting the car into park he took the keys and got out entering into the bar.

He made his way to the bar immediately and took a glance around the room. It was pretty busy in there considering it was a weeknight but he knew the more people in the bar the better chances were he'd had a good night. Turning to the bartender he ordered a double jack on the rocks and took a seat.

[verityredwyne]

Fun and games, that was all life ever was to her right now when she was in America doing her work for her parents. Funny how they were all priests and priestesses of the Old Religion yet Verity felt as if the Redwynes did more concentration on the human world rather than their practices. Perhaps this was the reason that magic was dying. There was no life for magic in America, it had never been there and with the construction of buildings and more buildings and the gutting of nature, it was dying long before it had ever begun. Slowly, it was spreading to Europe to and it bothered her, it bothered her a lot. But then it made her serious and her brain started to hurt from all the information, so then Verity turned to her favorite past time: drinking.

Partying was up there too, but for this early in the evening, there was not a lot of people yet hitting the bars that she cared to steal a night full of sexual pleasures from, or at least, none of her fancy. Even her entourage was still recovering from last night's entertainment of booze, sex, and on their part drugs. The mere thought of such things disgusted her. Verity was perfectly fine with destroying her liver, in fact, it probably worked more than her heart, but pumping such vile things into your blood stream or snorting it something up your nose, well, that was just disgusting. Tossing those thoughts aside though, for they would ruin her mood, Verity was left with what to do with herself.

A rather annoyed and exagerated sigh escaped her as she leaned in the back over car in one of the up most unlady like manners, "Manfred, take me to a bar, I don't care," she said now, staring lazily at her phone. There was a 'yes miss' and off they were. Adjusting herself, she glanced out the window and watched blurs go by before sinking back down into the leather seats of the car to steal at the ceiling. Her hand slid down her stomach and rested on her upper thigh for a moment as she licked her lips, preventing them from chapping, "So bored," she mused in a sing song voice.

There was a bottle of champagne in the older with a couple of glasses. Snapping her finger, the top popped off and the bottle lifted itself, pouring some of its contents into the glass before it moved to her hand. Sitting up, she took a swig from her glass and then quickly downed the rest of it before moving to the bottle. There were too many thoughts going on in her mind, oh, how she hated being smart. Many people were shocked to find out that she had a rather high IQ, however, due to her partying ways and tendencies to show up to events drunk, there were very few who actually knew. The rest of the world just considered her average which was perfectly fine with her.

As the car rolled to a stop, Verity sat up alertly now, glancing out the window, "I've heard good things about this place Miss," Manfred informed her now as he glanced out is own window. A sly smile came to her lips as she pushed the door open, "Why thank you Manfred, you can enjoy the rest of your night. If I need you, I shall call." He didn't need to be told twice, that's what Verity liked about him. He didn't question, he simply understood. By far he was her favorite when her poor assistant wasn't around. Getting out of the car now, Verity glanced around, "Uh Miss, one thing, you might want to pull down your dress a little," said her driver now and she glanced over her shoulder and back at him, laughter bubbling up from her, "Oh no, I think I look quite fine but thank you for your worries."

She didn't care how much skin she was showing, she wasn't looking for a long standing relationship, especially not with a human. The idea was just silly, she just wanted company for the night, actually, she wanted company every night but always a different person. Verity had yet to run into somebody that held her interest longer than that. Though, she would be a liar to say that she didn't keep tabs on delicious people like River and Thalia. Pushing through the doors now, Verity just walked straight towards the bar, not making any eye contact but still carrying herself with power.

Sliding up to the bar, she leaned against it, deciding not to sit down so she could show off her body more to the patrons, especially the man right next her. Signalling to the bar tender, he came over now and she just smiled, "Liquid Cocaine, drink not shot," she purred, her Irish accent coming off strong as the man nodded his head now. Slowly, her gaze turned to the man next other, slowly moving over his features and she felt herself licking her lower lip again before finally speaking, "I'm Verity."

[declanbarnes]

Declan had made a committment to teach a sign language class for kids to adults. He liked doing it because it made him feel good inside and it filled a gap inside that was voided when he took lives when he had to feed. He arrived at the school and placed the materials that he would need. The class took a good hour to two hours. After using his knowledge of sign language and making someone's life better in one way or another he decided that he needed a drink. he got into the car and placed the materials in the passenger seat. he fished around his pants pocket , took them out, and placed them into the ignition . He turned the keys the right way and the car started and then a smile appeared on his face.

He then backed out of the parking space that he had been parked in and then put the gear in drive and drove off. He looked at the people walking the sidewalks as he drove by. he could snap there necks if he wanted to but he was not in the mood for that just yet. He thought ba k to when he had been turned. It was a apainful time. he had been feeling like his skin was on fire and he never wanted to feel that again. he was glad that he could not feel it again. he came to a roadside stop. he pulled into a parking space and parked the car. he got out and locked the car. he walked inside and walked up to the bar. He said" Scotch on the rocks. You know where i can find some entertainment to keep me busy?"