Maybe he was an idiot. Scratch that, Wylie knew he was an idiot. There was nothing about him that admitted to smarts. He was like that, of course. What did it matter anyway? He was standing in a vampire bar looking to be someone's dinner, right? Yeah. He rolled his eyes and downed the remainder of his drink. He was about to leave, actually, realizing that drinking much more and then driving was stupid -- oh because being in a watering hole for vamps wasn't? -- when he caught sight of the girl walking in. Well, that was one way to dress on a night out.
Wylie didn't exactly think it was fair. These vampires got to dress however the hell they wanted to. They'd completely ignored the idea of modesty since they've all been around forever and fuck it, they can. Besides, he knew that they didn't view humans as being anything worth dealing with. They were food and means to get off. Huh, Wylie sort of saw them the same way. Not exactly food, but he could use one for a meal ticket at least. Maybe he wasn't so stupid after all.
She was dancing. Seductively. He wasn't sure how he felt about the cape. And he would like to cover her up and drag her off. She looked too young to be out there dancing around like that. He knew she was a vampire and from their first encounter she was brand spankin' new, so whatever age she was... it wasn't much. His whole 23 years seemed decades ahead of her, but... not the point. He called for another drink first, got it and carried it out with him to the dance floor. Without consulting her at all, he nodded the short man and smirked. "Go," he instructed. There was a little bit of hesitance, but Wylie was about a head taller than him at his whole 6'1", so yeah, he was getting rid of him. He left and Wylie turned back to Jessica. "C'mon, you don't need to lure in little men like that," he chided her as if to say she could do better, though not necessarily saying himself.
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Date: 2011-10-13 07:06 am (UTC)Wylie didn't exactly think it was fair. These vampires got to dress however the hell they wanted to. They'd completely ignored the idea of modesty since they've all been around forever and fuck it, they can. Besides, he knew that they didn't view humans as being anything worth dealing with. They were food and means to get off. Huh, Wylie sort of saw them the same way. Not exactly food, but he could use one for a meal ticket at least. Maybe he wasn't so stupid after all.
She was dancing. Seductively. He wasn't sure how he felt about the cape. And he would like to cover her up and drag her off. She looked too young to be out there dancing around like that. He knew she was a vampire and from their first encounter she was brand spankin' new, so whatever age she was... it wasn't much. His whole 23 years seemed decades ahead of her, but... not the point. He called for another drink first, got it and carried it out with him to the dance floor. Without consulting her at all, he nodded the short man and smirked. "Go," he instructed. There was a little bit of hesitance, but Wylie was about a head taller than him at his whole 6'1", so yeah, he was getting rid of him. He left and Wylie turned back to Jessica. "C'mon, you don't need to lure in little men like that," he chided her as if to say she could do better, though not necessarily saying himself.