The Fool On The Hill

[emotioneater]

A. Cooper needed to get out more. This was quite apparent to him as word reached him of Millicent’s latest plans. Letting her vamps run wild seemed like a bad, bad idea to him. He knew a thing or two about losing control and knew none of it ever came to any good. There was no fool like an old fool. Not that Cooper would ever say such words aloud where they could get back to Miss High ‘n Mighty. He liked living, thank you very much. There was nothing to do but go for a ride. He dusted off one of his motorcycles and took off into the night.

After a few blocks, any worries he had seemed to be far away. The only one he currently had was avoiding the suicidal public, who seemed determined to walk in the middle of the road. He yelled out in annoyance at the latest person to get in his way. “Hey! Get your head outta your arse and move it!” When would he learn to keep his mouth shut? Probably never.

B. Leaving the bike behind, he hit the local pubs. It occurred to Cooper that he was a bit peckish. Seeing as how he was out of contact with his usual blood donor, he was going to need someone else to bite into. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on someone who looked like they might be up for being used as a blood bag. He sidled on up to them and crossed his fingers there were no overzealous hunters working in this part of town.

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[emotioneater]

Eames has to know what he's doing. There's no way anyone is this thick...are they? Cooper has his doubts about the local populace sometimes. "I'll be fine after I get another drink." Perhaps he can drag the man out back for a quick bite and turn this lemon of a situation into lemonade.

[falsify]

Eames might know what he's doing, but it doesn't show on his face. He gives Cooper a concerned tilt of his head instead and gestures to the seat next to him in a silent invitation for Cooper to join him.

"Rough day?" He asks, a little surprised that this guy doesn't seem to have cottoned on that he's not speaking to a human yet, usually vampires can smell him a mile off. It'll be entertaining for a little while, at least.

[emotioneater]

Eames is lucky enough to be talking to the one vampire with the same ability to sense supernatural types as a rock. Sometimes, he can sense his fellow vampires, but even then, it's hit or miss. Something in Cooper's general makeup is broken. At least it makes it interesting for everyone else around him.

The vampire plops down into the seat next to Eames in a graceless manner. "Not just today. Let us simply say that I have been dead for months. Now I'm finally living." He signals for another beer to be brought over.

[falsify]

"For months?" Eames takes care not to laugh at the irony of a vampire describing themself as 'living,' and he raises a questioning eyebrow, "what's changed?"

He has some ideas, ones he doesn't exactly expect Cooper to disclose, but he's curious about what he's gonna say regardless.

[emotioneater]

"I decided that mindin' my own business 'n being a productive citizen was a boring way t'live." He'd gone six months without being cursed or otherwise ending up in a situation that he really didn't want to be in. That's good enough for Cooper.

He tilts the beer towards Eames. "Here's t'you. May your life be less complicated than mine."