If only he knew how much of a big deal a nice shirt on Eames actually is.
He happily blazes a trail through the crowds, making a slow loop around the vampire carriage as he scopes out the most ideal areas of attack. He finally settles on a row of seating- a nice long stretch of beautiful untreated leather that looks pricey and like it's bound to absorb liquids. It's perfect.
Ghoul strolls along beside the sitting area once it's free of people, tilting the glass in his hand just enough that the wine pours out in a steady, continuous line across each seat he passes. Even though he manages to get a number of them pretty thoroughly, he does run out before he can hit them all. Some seats are safe, some aren't. It'll probably be difficult to tell, what with the lighting and the already dark color of the leather. Sitting down on this side of the carriage will be an awful game of chance for the rest of the night.
Once the damage is done, he casually moseys away from the area, gently clinking the wine glass down on a flat surface near wherever Eames has ended up. "It was very nice of you to share a drink with me. Guess it wasn't as gross as I thought, 'cause look at that. Ended up gone."
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He happily blazes a trail through the crowds, making a slow loop around the vampire carriage as he scopes out the most ideal areas of attack. He finally settles on a row of seating- a nice long stretch of beautiful untreated leather that looks pricey and like it's bound to absorb liquids. It's perfect.
Ghoul strolls along beside the sitting area once it's free of people, tilting the glass in his hand just enough that the wine pours out in a steady, continuous line across each seat he passes. Even though he manages to get a number of them pretty thoroughly, he does run out before he can hit them all. Some seats are safe, some aren't. It'll probably be difficult to tell, what with the lighting and the already dark color of the leather. Sitting down on this side of the carriage will be an awful game of chance for the rest of the night.
Once the damage is done, he casually moseys away from the area, gently clinking the wine glass down on a flat surface near wherever Eames has ended up. "It was very nice of you to share a drink with me. Guess it wasn't as gross as I thought, 'cause look at that. Ended up gone."