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Dusk wandered in silently, His tail still giving a slow wag behind him as he completely forgot his normal ritual of hiding it in his shirt. He looked around, trying to spot Neko before he turned back to see if the others had followed him.
"Anyone spot her here?"

Aislann pushed a hand through his head and walked in, his taste buds demanding something his stomach didn't need. Not to mention, something that his wallet couldn't afford. "I need a job," he said as he he looked in his wallet. He had two twenties and four singles. And he absolutly wasn't going to Taish or Dessik for money. Those two ding-bats could eat 'stuff' and die. His hand was on the door ready to pull it open, but he couldn't make a decision. Eat now, or save up for later? He opened the door in went inside. "I never said I was great at saving," he tried to explained to his conscience.

He sniffed the air gently and nodded, agreeing with her.
"Ok, we're not here for any theatrics so we don't have to inturrupt her, lets see if she'll come to us."
He headed for the bar and gave a cheesy grin to the tender.
"Evenin'! A beer for me, whatever these two would like, and any chance of speaking to the lady of the house please?"

He turned in his chair straddling the back and spotted the Taish and Dessik's elders he'd met awhile back, coming in to the bar. "Soo, what could they be up to, coming in all full force? Planning on some fun, maybe? Maybe, I should say hi, for all the family." He got up and approached them. "She might not be but I'm always the man of the house, and I'd love to help you two out." He smiled. "In fact, it'd be my very pleasure. Been forever since I saw you two fleabags in the same place."

Revan walked into the bar for the first time in over a year. Breathing in the aromas he remembered when this place had first opened and that of course brought of memories of an old love interest. A love interest that fortunately and unfortunately he had come to get over. After going through death and hellfire he almost didnt care about much more but that was then and now he was himself. Hell can scare mentally so who is to say it was his fault, still the pits of hell could not keep him dead. He was here alive risen from the ashes like the great pheonix of mythology. Literally he did rise from his ashes. Were his old friends still here? The question ran through his head along with what had his destructive prodegy Dragosani reaped while he had been here. If not for being found by Jacques DeVant in France whom helped return him to a normal mental state he might still be huddled in an alley somewhere totally ignorant of who he was.

Towering over the inhabitants of the bar he walked straight to the counter where the tender seeming to have recognised him nearly fell over. Vampires don't rise from the grave often. Revan bowed his head slightly with a smile and looked into the eyes of the tender.

"I am not thirsty thank you."

The bartender nodded and went about his business letting Revan set. Looking around he could point out the vampires instinctively and he could tell which ones had not be in New York the last time he had been here. They knew not of him, he didn't know of them either but he was eager to find out all that he could. They were interesting, this generation of vampires seemed to be more daring and eager than any generation he remembered. Like human teenagers they did not care only living for the moment. From one high to the next.

"Oh, and I remember you. Remember our run-in in front of that stupid church? I'm glad we had this reunion, I think I was getting lonely without you guys."