Post by Keaton Creed, the Casanova on Mar 5, 2012 19:41:05 GMT
Keaton walked down the night life street, watching as clubs were opened and the usual idiots were getting drunk and the usual whores were going for business. Keaton smirked. He missed it. He was also known as a big threat on this street in his Casanova costume, But he was here are Keaton Creed, Once noble vampire of the Cross family. Now a demon. That..... was different. He had to think of new entrance lines. His old ones were ruined now.
Keaton made his way Into one of his favorite clubs, skipping the line with a friendly wave at the bouncer. Luckily the bouncer recognized him, even if there was "something different abut him" and let him in. Keaton slipped him some money as he went in. Luckily the banks didn't close his accounts.
He moved through the crowds, and his automatic targeting, noticing people he liked..... he found it had less meaning. Now that he couldn't drink blood(well he could, but now it was gross for a demon and weird. He didn't need it) He felt a empty. And just the screwing of it was less now. Pleasurable, but less. "Scotch please," Keaton said, sitting at the bar and sighed, wishing his old body back. He hated being a demon right now. Didn't mean he disliked it totally. He had been able to sneak into girl changing rooms with a camera and no one would notice. It was on his to do list, but later. He hadn't done it yet, and he had a feeling he might not get to it.
When his drank came, He grabbed the bottle and the glass and drained the glass and then chugged the bottle. "Bring another," He said. He wanted to get flat out wasted right now. He paid the bartender and then gave him a two hundred and said," Make sure I end up in a room, not on the ground outside." The bartender nodded and Keaton poured the flaming liquid down his throat, feeling it effect him already. He sighed. He had to build up his tolerance again. It took his four hundred years to get that good in his last body. Keaton sighed again and took another gulp.
Keaton made his way Into one of his favorite clubs, skipping the line with a friendly wave at the bouncer. Luckily the bouncer recognized him, even if there was "something different abut him" and let him in. Keaton slipped him some money as he went in. Luckily the banks didn't close his accounts.
He moved through the crowds, and his automatic targeting, noticing people he liked..... he found it had less meaning. Now that he couldn't drink blood(well he could, but now it was gross for a demon and weird. He didn't need it) He felt a empty. And just the screwing of it was less now. Pleasurable, but less. "Scotch please," Keaton said, sitting at the bar and sighed, wishing his old body back. He hated being a demon right now. Didn't mean he disliked it totally. He had been able to sneak into girl changing rooms with a camera and no one would notice. It was on his to do list, but later. He hadn't done it yet, and he had a feeling he might not get to it.
When his drank came, He grabbed the bottle and the glass and drained the glass and then chugged the bottle. "Bring another," He said. He wanted to get flat out wasted right now. He paid the bartender and then gave him a two hundred and said," Make sure I end up in a room, not on the ground outside." The bartender nodded and Keaton poured the flaming liquid down his throat, feeling it effect him already. He sighed. He had to build up his tolerance again. It took his four hundred years to get that good in his last body. Keaton sighed again and took another gulp.