JACK SAINT - 27 - VAMPIRE
location -- street tagged -- tom miles
It was a quiet night. The bar wasn't particularly full of people anyhow, especially with his efforts to chase o
ut the too-human clients that ended up stumbling into the place until the only ones remaining were old regulars that were too rooted to the place or canny enough to avoid vampires. This Tuesday night, though, was even more dreary than usual, which was why Jack felt no compunctions in announcing an impromptu smoke break to his one colleague and going outside. He stepped outside of the bar, apron still around his waist, and went to take out his pack, only to pat an empty pocket and realize that he must have left it in the ohter jacket.
Well, that was annoying, but fine. Lots of places in this town, responding to the fanged populace, stayed open late, and the corner shop wasn't that far away. It was with that in mind that he left the bar, hoping to get there fast so he could go back to the bar and smoke within earshot of if someone needed him for something.
That was when he turned a corner and ran directly into someone. Jack's tattooed arm shot out automatically, grabbing the person's jacket to steady himself and them. "Oof- sorry there, bud! You're alright, yeah?" He patted their shoulder, looking at who he had ran into. A scruffy-looking young man, green eyes vibrant on his face. And, as Jack breathed in through his sharp teeth, he noticed the smell of fresh,
alive blood. A human. His apologetic smile turned a bit flinty, and he said faux-casually, "No offense, chief, but you don't look like this is your type of town. Are you sure you're in the right place?"