New Romances (Open)

I walk into the Grill and take a seat at the bar. I order a cognac and take a long sip. I'm dressed in skinny jeans, combat boots, a black tank top and a leather jacket. I'm still fuming over primo, but honestly I'm ready to move on. New relationships are good to have. I have few friends, it'd be good to make some. Hell, right now I'm basically walking around like my switch is turned off. What I need right now is a carefree relationship.

It had been a really long day; longer than usual for James. He thought that with his switch flipped off he wouldn't feel anything and the days would just fly by into years, then decades, then centuries, but it was actually quite the opposite. There was no enjoyment out of anything anymore, which made finding something to do extremely hard. He had already drained two people of their blood just that morning, a lovely couple whom passed him in an alleyway. Needless to say, they were in the dumpster behind a taco place.

James lit up a cigarette which belonged to the husband of the previous couple just outside of the doors before taking a drag and then walked in to the lovely diner where he had met his first true love: Bonnie Bennett, he had no idea why he fell for her, and couldn't even recall the feelings he felt for the young witch. He had just bought a brand new jacket (http://www.pointzero.ca/en/leather-look-moto-jacket.html) which still smelled like the store in which he bought, or rather - stole it from. James was quite fond of it, probably the thing he cared about most in that moment when he sat down a few stools down from a lovely looking girl whom he could tell wasn't human, and ordered a double of Jack on the rocks.

I breathe in and smell a vampire. I glance to my left and see a strikingly handsome man in a leather jacket. He has excellent taste. He orders jack. He has good taste. My Ducati Monster's outside. This looks like the perfect guy to clear my mind with. I down the rest of my drink and speak. With his hearing I know he can hear me. Rough day? I say in my thick British accent. One perk to being a hybrid, supernatural hearing. Everything's heightened. My senses are on overdrive. Every touch, smell, sound-it's all amplified. Everything's amplified. Pain, and pleasure.

He took a small sip of the strong alcoholic beverage; the stinging feeling began almost immediately as the silky brown liquid coated his throat. The pair of eyes moved around to focus on that girl a few chairs down from him when she spoke. His eyebrows raised at her question, and a small smile bridged the gap between his two dimples. "Every day is rough" He replied and placed the glass of alcohol back onto the bar but kept his right hand around the top of the glass, spinning it roughly side to side. "What about you?" He questioned back at the brunette, not actually curious about how her day has been, just kind of wanting a release from draining innocents of their blood.

I smirk. Well put. I take a sip of my drink. I share your sentiment. I shake my head and offer a coy smil. I'm Kat. He's strikingly handsome. I could use some fun after Primo. He wasn't a fun relationship.