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1. His plans for London mostly went like this: try to avoid dying, and don't make any unnecessary enemies. Simple, straightforward, and unfortunately, harder than one might hope considering Millicent's recent edicts. Let's kill humans, let's kill werewolves, let's piss off half the known factions. The vampires back home didn't exactly value lives, and certainly most of them wouldn't care about humans or werewolves, but at least they valued subtlety.
His concern, of course, was that when those other factions got angry they wouldn't target the one who had made the edict, but rather, the ones that were far more accessible and easier to kill. Namely the newer vampires, like himself. Not that he was going to hole away and hide. Instead, he was going to head out and go drinking. After all, if all of this led to an all out war, Thomas might as well enjoy things before they got worse. Besides, maybe hitting the bars he'd learn something useful. Or meet a delectable new friend. Having relocated, he did need to rebuild a network of people he could rely on for a bite, after all.
That was his excuse, at least, for going to the bar, throwing back cheap alcohol (why pay more when nothing tasted right, after all), and flirting with anyone who caught his eye.
2. After dining on a nice young lady that night, Thomas noticed she seemed a bit woozy, like maybe he'd had too much to drink. Or maybe she had, since he did notice her drinking a glass of wine before she'd gone with him. Either way, he was not letting her walk home on her own. That was why he currently was walking around the dark streets of London, a woman leaning heavily against him, quietly directing him to her apartment.
An apartment where, apparently, the entrance that she needed was around the side of the building, toward the back. Well, in that case he was particularly glad he didn't let her walk back on her own, he thought as she directed them into the dark, secluded area. This certainly didn't seem like the best area for a woman who couldn't even walk straight. He focused on their surroundings more, taking advantage of the fact that he could see just fine in this lack of light to keep an eye out for potential dangers.
3. The downside to needing to operate at night, of course, was the fact that most businesses were only open during the day. This meant that Thomas had to wake up as soon as the sun set sometimes, and rush out to get any errands done that he needed to get done, unless he wanted to use the last few minutes of darkness in the morning. That, however, left the risk of the sun rising while he was out, which was far too dangerous.
Which, of course, left him with a very impatient cashier at the local beauty supply store as he decided just what product would be the best to take care of his gorgeous, perfect locks.
"Come on, we close in five minutes," he heard her snap, and so he grabbed both bottles he was looking at.
Slowly sauntering out of the aisle, one bottle in each hand, Thomas made eye contact with the woman, a slow, apologetic smile creeping across his features. "I'm sorry," he said, "You didn't have my usual brand, and I wasn't sure what to go with. Although I suppose with hair as lovely as yours, I should have just come to you for advice in the first place."
Because flattery and flirtation were the way to get out of every problem...including getting a few more minutes to make shopping decisions.
4. Choose Your Own Adventure
His concern, of course, was that when those other factions got angry they wouldn't target the one who had made the edict, but rather, the ones that were far more accessible and easier to kill. Namely the newer vampires, like himself. Not that he was going to hole away and hide. Instead, he was going to head out and go drinking. After all, if all of this led to an all out war, Thomas might as well enjoy things before they got worse. Besides, maybe hitting the bars he'd learn something useful. Or meet a delectable new friend. Having relocated, he did need to rebuild a network of people he could rely on for a bite, after all.
That was his excuse, at least, for going to the bar, throwing back cheap alcohol (why pay more when nothing tasted right, after all), and flirting with anyone who caught his eye.
2. After dining on a nice young lady that night, Thomas noticed she seemed a bit woozy, like maybe he'd had too much to drink. Or maybe she had, since he did notice her drinking a glass of wine before she'd gone with him. Either way, he was not letting her walk home on her own. That was why he currently was walking around the dark streets of London, a woman leaning heavily against him, quietly directing him to her apartment.
An apartment where, apparently, the entrance that she needed was around the side of the building, toward the back. Well, in that case he was particularly glad he didn't let her walk back on her own, he thought as she directed them into the dark, secluded area. This certainly didn't seem like the best area for a woman who couldn't even walk straight. He focused on their surroundings more, taking advantage of the fact that he could see just fine in this lack of light to keep an eye out for potential dangers.
3. The downside to needing to operate at night, of course, was the fact that most businesses were only open during the day. This meant that Thomas had to wake up as soon as the sun set sometimes, and rush out to get any errands done that he needed to get done, unless he wanted to use the last few minutes of darkness in the morning. That, however, left the risk of the sun rising while he was out, which was far too dangerous.
Which, of course, left him with a very impatient cashier at the local beauty supply store as he decided just what product would be the best to take care of his gorgeous, perfect locks.
"Come on, we close in five minutes," he heard her snap, and so he grabbed both bottles he was looking at.
Slowly sauntering out of the aisle, one bottle in each hand, Thomas made eye contact with the woman, a slow, apologetic smile creeping across his features. "I'm sorry," he said, "You didn't have my usual brand, and I wasn't sure what to go with. Although I suppose with hair as lovely as yours, I should have just come to you for advice in the first place."
Because flattery and flirtation were the way to get out of every problem...including getting a few more minutes to make shopping decisions.
4. Choose Your Own Adventure
1 Let's do this.
She doesn't circulate much. At this point, it seems like too much temptation. Natasha is only too aware of the warm bodies around her, the blood running through their veins, and she wants it. But staying in isn't an answer either. So she sits at the corner of the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey and watching the room. Pointedly not hunting.
Natasha notices him when he shows up, making his rounds, and it's not hard to make him for what he is. The question is what she wants to do about it. She could ignore him—but the kind of things she's been involved in lately, it seems a little late to get cautious now. And she could use a distraction.
So she meets his eyes when he glances her way, a little smile playing around her lips, and tips her head back in an invitation to join her. Up to him if he wants to take it.
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"Hello," he said, sliding into the seat across from her, flashing her a white, toothy grin. "I couldn't help but notice you noticing me. Not that you're the only one, of course."
After all, as he'd been making his rounds moments before, it seemed that several people had been enjoying his company. Enough so that he could be reasonably assured that someone would likely leave with him, should he continue with his original planned course of action that night.
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She's gone this far, though. Might as well see where it goes. He doesn't seem like a threat, at least, and she can use more contacts.
"You were noticeable," Natasha agrees smoothly, not quite making it sound like a compliment. It's not an insult, either. Just a statement of fact. Her own smile is restrained. "And from the sound of it, you're from out of town too."
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He looked over at her a moment, considering her. "So where are you from, then? Russia?" He was guessing with the accent. "Are you staying here, or just visiting?"
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In some ways it's useful to signal herself as an outsider.
"Volgograd originally," she elaborates. Though it had been called Stalingrad still when she was born, and she hadn't lived there in decades. "I moved to London a couple of months ago."
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Thomas paused, taking a swig of his drink.
"And you?"
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She sips her own drink, pausing before she answers his question. Half of why she explained the history was to buy time, considering how she wanted to answer.
Finally she answers with a shrug. "I'm not. Got tired of nest politics. New city, fresh start? Seemed like a good chance to stay out of them this time around."
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Still, old habits died hard, and he'd woken up late that day. Normally, he wasn't one much for beauty products, but he happened to have a weakness for a particular brand of bubble bath they carried.
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"Give me a minute," he said, before turning back to the lady, ignoring the teenager for the moment. "Now, which would you recommend?"
The woman shrugged. "Buy both and see which you like?"
That...actually seemed like a reasonable solution to him. He gave her the okay to ring both up before digging cash out of his pocket, glancing back as he did so to see how impatient the guy behind him was getting.
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Before, he had just been annoyed. Now, he was actively trying to bait the man. Nobody had ever accused Cooper of having a level head. Getting into an argument while waiting in line was standard course for the old vampire.
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"Really? And I'm sure you have so much experience with that." Though in this town, who knew. Still, as Thomas eyed the bottle of bubble bath, he could see clear hypocrisy in all of this. "You know, I'd tell you to enjoy your occasional bar of soap, but it looks like you're a bit of a hypocrite." With a slight nod toward the bottle in the teen's hands, he said, "From the looks of that, you like a bit of pampering yourself."
Then another irritated voice came from behind him. "Could you please just take your change?"
Thomas turned, grabbing his bag and the change, stepping out of the way. "See? You were just making the whole thing take longer."
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"Y'know, I'd watch my mouth if I were you. 'Cause you never know when you might run into a maniac willing to drag your ass out to the parking lot and run over that pretty face of yours a couple of times with their motorcycle." Cooper probably wouldn't really do that...probably being key word there.
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"Really? I have the feeling that would be a lot more difficult than you think." Thomas glanced back at the lady behind the counter. "However, I think you should tone it down a few notches. You're distressing the nice young lady behind the counter."
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Seeing a young woman stumbling down a dark alley with a vampire, Evie was naturally worried. Descending from the rooftops, she moved into the alley, watching for a few moments before announcing her presence.
"You alright, love?" She asked the girl, not the vampire she was with, though she looked at him, too. She didn't recognize him. "I can take you home, if you'd rather." She'd already eaten. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you it's not safe out here." A fellow woman, after all, posed less of a threat than some strange man. Unless the man was Jacob, then all women seemed to fawn over him, but her brother wasn't here right now. Just Evie, this girl, and Thomas.
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Thomas, naturally, was suspicious. To a human this stranger might seem less threatening, but as a vampire he knew that female did not always mean safe. The fact that recent edicts had sent vampires running wild made him more paranoid than usual, and he was particularly protective knowing the woman on his arm was already a few pints low.
"I think she'll be fine with me for the distance from here to her door, don't you? Your concern really is misplaced."
Not that he trusted that it was truly concern. Which was why, instead of delaying further, he started leading the woman to her door, attempting to pass the stranger.
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so she lowered her voice and spoke again to the woman: "you are alright, aren't you? you could tell me if you weren't." She's be furious it this woman wound up dead on tomorrow's news. If she declines help, fine. but she'll wait outside and make sure she's safe before disappearing out again.
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Really, he was beginning to wonder if he should be offended by her paranoia. Did he look that suspicious? Was this a suspicious look by English standards? Either way, he led her to the door, and when they reached the threshold, Thomas stroked her cheek, taking advantage of his vampire influence as he did so.
"Go inside," he said quietly, "And don't invite anyone in tonight."
She nodded, went in, and shut the door behind her. Turning, he headed back toward the stranger.
"See? I'm really not that terrible of a monster." Unless she'd just wanted the woman for herself, in which case he still wasn't that terrible of a monster that he'd leave her to other potential predators.
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Thomas seemed to know that, too, as when he was done dropping the girl off, he returned to the scene of their conversation.
"You can never be too careful, with Millicent's decrees. I didn't want anyone taking advantage of a so-obviously drunk girl."
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As for the decrees...well, yes, admittedly that was a major factor in him not trusting her with a strange woman.
"Yeah, I've been ignoring those." Well, not ignoring them. He'd been far more careful to make sure humans he fed on got home safely as of late, but he hadn't been participating. "I don't really know much about politics, but I'm pretty sure Millicent giving us a few days where we're able to do this or that doesn't mean we don't still have to worry about retaliation from other factions."
And while he was pretty sure Millicent was powerful enough to handle said retaliation, Thomas wasn't confident that he was.
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Noted, a bit extraneously, after seeing the man make his second drink order. He was loathe to talk to strangers (though somehow, it was less uncomfortable than talking to friends), but the word had simply come up and there was nothing he could do with it now except explain in a flat tone,
"If you're going to order cheaply, it should be vodka. It's the only drink that tastes the same, whether you order it top or bottom shelf."
A little trick that one learned when one's cohorts spiraled into alcoholism.
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For now, however, he wouldn't bother changing his order, since the bartender had already started pouring. No point in causing waste and inconvenience over something that made no difference to him anyway, after all.
"So you have a lot of experience with getting drunk on cheap alcohol, then?"
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Sitting back, taking a breath, trying not to think of Charles. What a waste of a life.
"I have a preference for wine. But it all leads to the same end; cheap or not, it all gets you drunk."
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"It seems like a waste to get drunk on expensive alcohol, though." He wasn't the most frugal person, nor could he really appreciate the difference, but even he understood that with nice things, it was best to pause and appreciate them. "When it comes to finer things, I prefer to savor them, rather than gulp them down quickly, after all."
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Of course, considering what he actually meant by that, technically he was spending the whole night drinking.
He smiled a little at that. "I like meeting new people."
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