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Rosiel pokes his head up from under the counter. He notices the man walk into his former bar, and raises a brow. The man seemed to be very absorbed in his book. He wrote with a speed that gave him a seemingly mad appearence. He waits for a while for the man to do something, but the man simply keeps writing in his book.

"Excuse me, sir. People usually come into a bar to drink. Considering the library's on the opposite side of the street, and you don't look like you're paying much attention to where you're going currently, you might be in the wrong place. If not, can I get you something to drink? My brother's probably still asleep, the little slacker."

Rosie lraises the one brow even further.

"You want an entire bottle of my precious Vodka.. and two shot glasses? Why do you need two shot glasses, if I may ask. And what brand of Vodka would you like? I highly suggest the Grey Goose, myself. It's French-made, but it's some good stuff."

While waiting for an answer, he knelt under the counter and produced two small shot glasses, and a small plate of sliced limes and lemons.

Rosiel blinks, looks faintly confused at the remark, and simply produces a bottle of the Grey Goose Vodka.

"You're money's no good here, save it for something else. I stock up while my brother mainly runs the bar, and drinks are on the house. If you don't like the Grey Goose, tell me, and I'll let you have a taste of some of my other things."

He opens the bottle, then pushes it forward on the counter, in the direction of the man, then debates getting sugar. Again, not understand what the man meant, assuming that his many pills tasted badly, simply got out a bag of sugar, poured some in a small beer glass, and stuck a spoon in it, then placed it near the bottle of Vodka.

"Enjoy."

Rosiel nodded silently, then sat down on a stool behind the bar, and folded his arms.

"Perhaps I should get you a glass of water? And, if it isn't rude of me to ask, what is that medicine for? If it is even medicine, of course."

He gets himself a bottle of his precious Vodka, opens it, and drinks it straight from the bottle, without even bothering to get a glass or anything. He sets it down on the counter much more empty than it is full, looking thoughtfully at the man, waiting for an answer.

Gabriel exhaled long and quietly, regaining his serene composure. He opened his own bottle of vodka and, pouring himself a shot, sipped it gingerly. "It controls me...keeps me...human, or as close as I can get."

He stuffed his boxes of pills back in his pocket and confided, "Without them, I would become something which I would rather die than experience. Without them, I'd become wild, animalistic...evil." Another sip of vodka, another snarl of the top lip. "I have all the time in the world to do it, so I've made it my mission to experience the world, and see how it changes over time. All I require are my pills, which I get from a good friend I help out every now and then. This book..." He pulled out his handsome, leather-bound pocket book, "...is only the latest volume in dozens. Some day, when I tire of wandering, I'll have them published...the world needs to know what I've seen."

And with a look which seemed half-way between bitterness and satisfaction, Gabriel threw the rest of the vodka down his throat and slammed the glass on the table, looking like he was about to breathe fire.

Faye Jarlon yawned against the back of her hand, eyes crossing to focus on the cut short fingernails that displayed the rough life she'd been leading lately. She felt so dirty and unkempt. A feeling she was not used to after her years of refinement.
The clatter of a window being shut somewhere on the street snapped her back into the dim reality while a hand gave her elbow a squeeze.
"Faye? Inside." The soft voice rushed into her ear like a spring breeze.
She glanced up and smiled, pulling her red lips up to kiss his cheek. Keovari Seriph smiled and nodded, gesturing to the door.
"Pardon me, Keovari. I was just considering how abysmal my sanitary routine has been. I feel as if I could never have lived in relative wealth." She laughed, "I had been far too used to the luxury of a settled home, dear Keovari." A smile spread across her face again. The siver lining. Think of the silver lining.

Keovari let a faint show of emotion slip across his face. She was trying. It was hard for someone like Faye to accept the concequences of change. Especially of change that was forced from the evil she still fought in her heart. All the long years that he'd known her, Faye had fought to keep herself in the more gentle human form. Even though his presence would prevent much of the struggle from harming her, it still did excite her anxiety. He was proud that his ward did so well in keeping an attitude of cheerfulness.
He pushed back his white blonde hair to sit behind his ears and straightened the white overcoat. He felt out of place beside the girl with vibrant life eminating from her. His icy blue eyes contrasted brilliantly with her dark blue ones. Where her black hair stretched in gentle waves to her elbows, his bright locks grazed his cheek. Her elegant skirts, once muted blue and black, now seemed to lighten shadows in their outstanding blue, inviting red, and white layers.
"Let us go." Spoken shortly in his quiet voice as he pushed open the door and entered the bar behind the small woman.