Saturday, January 29, 2011
Rath entered the tavern, his eyes could see in the darkest night... so he had little need to pause to adjust to the dim room. His first impression was that there were many supernaturals here, he could hear an immense buzz of conversation and tuned it out... looking around for a suitable subject to focus on. He caught glimpses of demi-fae out of the corner of his eyes and knew that whatever he did here would be monitored. No problem; he only planned on meeting and having pleasant company with the ladies while here. What happened when he escorted them home was another thing.
He looked for a spot where he could observe the room and decided on a booth about halfway down the floor... the stage was visible and he could see the majority of the room. Rath admired the decor... whoever planned the room had allowed for privacy as well as a warm sheltered feeling with the curtained booths. He glanced at the drink menu and was surprised to see warm cow's blood on the page, this was a place out of the ordinary... he ordered and sat back waiting for his drink.
He picked up a conversation with a woman's soft voice and turned his attention that direction. His attention went to the woman immediately; although she was quite pregnant she had a beauty that caught his eye. There was an aura about her that bespoke magick... and he grinned, this was the kind of woman he was seeking. The two men at the table with her were formidable; a warrior with a quite capable look, and the ears of the fae... and an immense man that he took to be the woman's mate, as he was holding a protective arm about her. He could not quite fathom the man's makeup... he was a supernatural,but not something he was familiar with.
When Monty brought his drink he inquired.."Who is the woman at the far table?"... Monty quickly grinned and replied..."That's Pandora... she owns this place." Rath didn't pursue it any further... he had all the time in the world to decide if he would draw her to him or not.
Meanwhile there was a bevy of good-looking women about... he leaned back to watch their movements as they danced and talked among themselves.
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