Sevashtyn walked into the French restuarant alone, it was dark out, the perfect atmosphere for him in his current state of depression. At the entrance, a short, plump waiter greeted him in french.

"Bonsoir, monsieur. Avez-vous une réservation ?" the waiter asked. Sevashtyn sighed, scanning the interior rooms with pale blue eyes, slightly disoriented in the light. He shook his head no." I am alone." he said, in his soft voice, it was impossible for him to speak in anything above a whisper.

Running a hand through his dark hair, he asked for a room out on the balcony, ouside. He knew that the bright lighting was going to hurt him if he stayed inside. The waiter complied and led Sevashtyn to the upper balcony to a small, round, white clothed table.

He nodded respectfully to the man, and took a seat, sighing. Almost out of nature, he looked up at the night sky and began to count out the stars.

Octavian was sitting between two extremely beautiful mortal women that he was going to feed off of soon. They both wore too much for Octavian's liking, well Octavian likes it when s have no clothes on, but he will settle for the skimpy little dresses. He was wearing a black tuxedo that was a little untucked due to the actions of the women around him.

As soon as Sevashtyn walked into the Petit Paris Octavian sensed him and his up set mood. Well, he could share the fun. "Hey ladies I have a bet for you two." He said with a smile "its not ual is it?" Asked the who Octavian favored over the . "I bet you two can't make that man happy. It you can't make him happy you two have to you know, but if you can I won't make you."

Well they took his idea and proceeded to walk over to Sevashtyn. Once they got to him they got a little close "hey handsome what can we do to make you happy?" He asked the question while biting on her finger nail trying to turn Sevashtyn on. Octavian laughed a little "hey enjoy just trying to make another immortal happy."

Only Sevashtyn wasn't exactly that type of immortal, but hey, what would be the harm in playing along. He smiled deviously at the two women, glancing over at the stranger who'd sent them over to him."Hallo damen..." he said softly. They were beautiful, yes, but not his type. And they were mortal.

Hiding his disgust, Sevashtyn wrapped one arm around one girl's waist pulling her closer to him, and whispered into her ear,"Spiel mit mir..."

Octavian realized that the s were not going to make him happy so he sent mental instructions to come back and sit down which they fallowed immediately. Octavian stood up and walked over to Sevashtyn "hey why the unhappiness." Octavian wondered if he had gone gay and not noticed no he was straight.

"Sorry if they bothered you sometimes they are just too y to be worth the fun"

Sevashtyn shrugged, and offered him a seat."Vodka?" he asked him.As Sevashtyn always did, he scanned the man's figure for signs of danger, but there were none."They simply are not my type," he said.

"Sure I love the taste." Well this one wasn't being very helpful about why he was upset. Why did Octavian care? A puzzling question, but now was not the time to ponder it. "Why are they not your type? Your not... are you?"

He shrugged, and took a small drink from his own glass."I prefer the..ah..tall, dark, and handsome cliché myself..." he said, looking out over the balcony at the street below, doing so purposely. Although it was late, the streets seemed to be ever filled with people and cars-mostly drunks at this hour-and it seemed odd to him.Almost as if the city never slept.

Slowly his eyes found their way back to Octavian."I never asked your name did I?" he said."Sevashtyn von Hildeburg. And you are...?"

"Well that means that you don't like immortals then because we are pale." This Sevashtyn was a little cryptic to say the least. "I am Octavian it is a pleasure to meet you Sevashtyn." He drew himself up to his full height as he spoke, well this could be a nice conversation. "So it seams that you haven't answered my question yet, why are you so sad?"

Sevashtyn raised an eyebrow, taking another drink."Pale is nice too...besides, immortals last longer..." He sat the glass down and gave Octavian a questioning look."Why would you think that I was depressed?" he asked, completely mystified."I mean, I know I'm not the most 'preppy' person the world's ever seen, but I'm certainly not depressed."

"True they do last longer." Octavian laughed when he finished speaking. "Yeah I can see the fact that you are not preppy, but that is kind of creepy in a guy." Finally Octavian got his vodka, and he downed it in one swing. This was powerful stuff. "Good vodka."

Sevashtyn smiled."Yes, imported from Russia.The best." he said."Come now, what will another hurt?" he said raising his glass.His eyes never lost contact with Octavian's(if that is your real name :blink: ) and seemed to glitter in the night, like crystals.But you couldn't see into them, ever.

Sevashtyn sighed suddenly."You still have not answered my question: Why would you think me depressed? I don't think I come off in such a way, do I?" he asked.

"How about we have a little drinking contest?" Before Sevashtyn Octavian (yes this is his real name :lol:) had ordered about five bottles of vodka. The waiter at first thought Octavian was joking but soon realized that he was not. "Well you just seem like a man who is upset about something no offence you just do." (Plus you said he was depressed :shifty:)

OOC-I did? :huh: *looks around* where?

Sevashtyn smile turned into a grin."I'm not to much of a drinker actually, but, hey, knock yourself out." This might just turn out well for Sevashtyn, if this man got any drunker, Sevashtyn wouldn't be lonely tonight, thats was for sure."Actually, I take that back. A rum and hypnotiq mix?" he asked, motioning for the waiter.

Well now he had 5 vodka bottles and no one to play with so he told the waiter to take back four. The last one he opened by sinking one of his fangs into the top and taking it out. He knocked back a few shots of vodka and felt the effects. However, he used some of his rage combined with Tibetan control over his emotions. The combination had some effect on the effect of the vodka.

Now he thought back over the conversation they just had, wait didn't Sevashtyn say that he liked tall dark and handsome guys where handsome not s. Plus he refused two of the most beautiful women that Octavian could find. "Wait your not gay are you?" He sounded as if he was accusing Sevashtyn of being gay. Octavian gestured for the to come over and sit on his lap. Which she did immediately, Octavian quietly whispered into her ear "I think he is gay I need you to test him."

She quickly listened to him she got up and straddled Sevashtyn and proceeded to kiss him with all the passion she could muster. Also, she was giving him a lap dance to try to arouse him.

Sevashtyn was a little surpised by this, but instead of rejecting her, he gave in. Hey, when he wanted something, he got, no matter what the sacrifices.Obviously it would take alot to get close to Octavian.But he was prepared for that. Laughing, Sevashtyn took her earlobe into his mouth, retracting his fangs. Maybe it wasn't so bad.

Before he knew it, they were full into each other, with Sevashtyn's fangs driven deep into the girl's neck.She did not realize it at first, moaning with pleasure, until she saw blood running down her chest.

Sevashtyn had heard lots of screams before.In fact, he was quite used to the blood curdling, nerve breaking, siren shrieks of the gas chambers, but this woman was something different.Her shrill voice rose into the air like a banshee: only ten times louder.

"DAMNIT!" Sevashtyn swore, taking a dagger from the inside pocket of his jacket and slitting her throat.She was silent now, and seemingly no one down in the restuarant had heard of thing, which surpised him.

Standing up, he licked the blood from the dagger, then turned to Octavian."Well..that was not a good idea..." he said, kicking the dead body form the balcony,so that she fell down onto the street below.

"Well nice work Einstein I beet the mortals will come wondering what happened." This guy was trying to get close to Octavian. Octavian could tell he just had a since for these things. Luckily for Sevashtyn the vodka was starting to really get to him even his counter measures where not working now. Octavian should have stopped drinking awhile ago, but he was just having so much fun testing Sevashtyn that he just couldn't stop.

He felt dizzy to dizzy Octavian fell to the floor not really able to stand. This was the weakest he had ever been and ever will be. If Sevashtyn was going to make a more now would be the perfect time.

But Sevashtyn didn't."Are you alright?" Sevashtyn said, trying his hardest not to laugh for two reasons: It would be wrong, and it would make his throat bleed."Perhaps you've had a bit too much friend," he said coming closer to help him up.But Octavian was much heavier than Sevashtyn, and it was almost impossible for him to do, though he did manage to get him leaning against the small table.

"Well," Sevashtyn said, every wrong thought running through his head.Sure, this guys is drunk, but he was good looking after all, and Sevashtyn did say he was depressed, didn't he? Well, this was the perfect chance to cheer himself up.

"Maybe you should try breathing some of the liqour off.." he suggested."My flat isn't far from here..."

"Yeah sure thanks for being a pal when I need one." Octavian’s thoughts were all messed up or else he would have known that Sevashtyn was going to try to put the moves on him in his house. Well Octavian for one was a lot better with handling alcohol and getting it out of his system than most other people. He already started to fell better as the walked out of Petit Paris. The fallowed them just to make sure nothing that Octavian in his right mind wouldn't want to happen happened.

OOC(we could continue here or move to another topic in living spaces up to you just tell me your decision)