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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

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"And that would be my goal here," he said, accepting the drink the bartender handed him and taking a swig. Well, that, and grabbing someone to eat, but he wasn't going to mention that.

"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."

"Depends on how much time you have." Acquiesced, with a tilt of his head. "If you've got all night, better to sip on wine or scotch, I think. The faster you're drunk the faster you're sick after all, no?" Though, considering the size of the man he was speaking with... "But perhaps you're not plagued with that issue."

"Hm...I suppose." Though Thomas wasn't really a lightweight. He was tall, much like the man he was talking to, but far more filled in with well toned muscle. "Although usually I don't plan to drink the whole night. I prefer spending the first part of the night drinking, and the second part of the night I'd rather spend getting...better acquainted with whoever I end up taking home with me."

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."

Edited 2016-05-31 02:49 (UTC)

Ah... So he was that type? Not rare by any means, and Henry supposed he wasn't so much better. He was never put to meet people, per say, but often enjoyed it when speaking with strangers. Friends... now that was more difficult.

"Not a bad plan of action, really. And suited to any kind of vodka you like. If you'd like, next round is on me." Why not.

"Well, I'm not the sort to turn down a drink," he said, downing the rest of his current drink. "And it seems I am due for another round."

And he certainly didn't mind if this man wanted to get him drunk. Or at least aid him in an effort he'd already begun.

"So what brings you here, then? Socialization? Forgetting your woes? Getting laid?"

All valid reasons for getting drunk in a bar.