[homeless]

[midori_me]

Right. No vampirism. None. I survived that night human, and I intend to stay that way.

My liver's fine. Besides, I'd rather die of cirrhosis than—biting and demon possession any day of the week.

Go find a fire and die in it.

- Peter Vincent

Comments

[someonesgottadoit]

Your liver is about as fine as my nana's teeth, Pete baby. But then, in that you're not alone in the great city of Las Vegas.

And what night? We're not talking about the show the other night, are we? Again. Yes, so I bit you. I'm pretending to be a vampire.

[midori_me]

[...]

Ginger.

[His tone says ha-ha, very funny, God or Powers That Be or whatever the fuck thinks more supernatural crap is called for right now.]

[someonesgottadoit]

[She cocks her head. What's with the tone?]

Peter.

[She's not really mocking you. Well, maybe a little.]

[midori_me]

Oh, no, not the full name. Did I say something wrong? Already? Ginebra. [He usually gets irritating pet names from you. 'Peter' indicates a fight or Srs Bsns.]

[Quaffing. It is possible to quaff Midori. It just takes a certain type of personality.]

[outforbloodinvegas]

[snort. humorless snort] Now I know I'm in a shitty dive if they've got an act like you playing here.

[midori_me]

Fuck!

[SCRAMBLING BACKWARDS. He's not armed, shit, why is he not armed? Possibly because he's only wearing his robe (icon be damned), and that has fuck-all place to store a weapon.]

[outforbloodinvegas]

[He jumps forward-quickly-and is an easy foot in front of him. Way too close]

You really have gone soft haven't you. Is this really unexpected?

I mean come on. [laughs-then his laughter darkens] I've been waiting for this.

[midori_me]

[He's still backing up, his eyes still searching for anything he could use as a weapon, but he rallies slightly. He's not a coward. Well. Not completely. Not any longer.]

Yeah, well, I fucking haven't. You're dust. I was there. [He was there when Charlie killed you, you arrogant fucker.]