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It had been awhile since David had visited the Waning Vestal. It seemed like it had been awhile since anyone did, for that matter. The bounty hunter took his usual spot on a stool at the end of the bar. He lit up a cigarette and wondered how it was possible for the place to still be in business, being empty as it was at the moment.

[ This place seems far from lively.
What a shame. ]

Black leather pinched from his newly relaxed palm, the fingers of his opposite hand pulling the fabric towards himself. That hide called out so slightly. Only amplified by the silence that was so plentiful. Again, one attempt to break it in the form of a sigh.

A man who lived with quiet was bothered. That had to mean something, no?

While one hand dug into the pocket of his coat, the other wandered upwards to adjust his thick framed glasses. Age showed through those things. Larry King probably would deem them a 'no-no'. Bar across the center.

What did people call them...?
...Rapist glasses?

Well. No. That wasn't nice.

See, this man didn't live up to that...per se. Charges were dropped, so don't even go there. Through it all, this walk up to the establishment it seemed that lids never seemed to uncover those orbs. No, he'd rely on the pendant he wore.

That eye smacked dab in the center. Cast and carved so long ago. Passed down and down and this is where it seemed to stop.

Finally, though, he was there. And without another bit of hesitation, the man pressed his hand to the door with fingers spread wide. Push and follow through. There he was. Man at six-foot-three and pretty damn skinny. Them bones, them bones. Long nose and golden hair that framed his pale face.

Hmph.

Both that Third Eye and nose leading him to the bar. Find himself a seat, with that barely-there bum planting itself on a stool. Legs crossed loosely at the ankle out of sheer habit. Black clad hands pressed to the counter and eyes finally peeling open.

Comparable to a cats. A vibrant yellow.
So unnatural.

They scrolled over to see a female and his greeting was in the form of weakly lifted fingers and a polite smile.

Not that much thought was taken in making his decision, but he felt the slightest bit of delay was necessary. Wasn't one for rushing things. Sweet a** time was certainly taken.

Thin lips opened and from them poured a voice that seemed just a bit too deep for that frame of his. "Hm...," he mumbled softly as his hand came up to cradle his chin. "Water. Please."

Such a simple order, certainly nothing special.

Maybe he was watching that girlish figure?

Eyes that wandered about the room fell on the female again, noting her peculiarly pointed cuspids. Hm...