Jack Hayes

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down

A new branch to develop in a new city. There were not many things that excited Jack Hayes outside of warfare - and yet, he found himself almost gleeful in a maniac way as he strides down the veritably empty streets. The pandemic that had swept through the country was taking its toll even on the most supernatural city in the world. It was almost disappointing to see how barren the roads were though, his disappointment is soon washed away by the businesses that still remained open. Why, how wonderful of them to defy their mayor's orders. It was as if they remained open to welcome Jack to the city, a thought he knew not to be true though it was a thought he entertained all the same. The man had even heard that the very mayor who was trying to navigate this crisis was a vampire himself. It was exciting! This city had so many hidden variables, Jack could hardly deny that it wasn't intriguing. A city on the ocean filled with supernaturals is what drew him here, that and it was a perfect location for the new branch.

He's silent as he pads down the sidewalk, the street lights lighting the road and cars still zooming by though they are infrequent in passing. He hums quietly to himself as he reaches a pale finger out to trail along the side of the wall of stores, rather enjoying the way the roughness feels on his finger tip. He's content for the moment, at least until faint music reaches his ears. Cocking his head, he strolls closer to the sound only to pause in front of a lavish bar, peering inside the establishment his lips quirk into a half smile.

The VoodDoo Room.

How quaint!

Jack hardly hesitates as he pushes through that door, unwrapping the scarf from around his neck as he pauses in the doorway taking in the site. It was lavish and perhaps a little exotic - something he might find back in New York but there was an underlying ton of something different here. Jack had to admit, he didn't mind it as he approaches the bar. It was a slower evening, probably due to the crisis or that it was the middle of the week and the sun had barely set. Glancing around at the sparse patrons littering the tables, he approaches the bar, deciding that this would afford him a view of the customers, to eavesdrop on their conversations, would give him a chance to learn a little bit more about this city outside of the research he had done.

Unbuttoning his top button of his suit jacket, he slides into a leather chair as he pulls the cold scarf from his neck and lays it on the bar infant of me. Settling himself, Jack flicks a casual finger towards the bartender, a pleasant smile tugging at his lips as his blue gaze watches with predator quietness. "Surprise me," his deep tenors roll across his tongue, as his hand falls to the bar and drums across the smooth surface, "You have quite the selection it seems," he states rather absentmindedly as his eyes travel across the absurd amount of bottles lining the shelf. It doesn't take long before a drink appears in front of him, it looked to be a martini of sorts and yet, his sensitive nose was picking up several different scents.

Interesting.

Lifting the dainty glass in his hand, he takes a sip. It wasn't the worst thing he had ever tasted but it definitely wasn't the best. Rolling his shoulders, he simply gives the bartender a nod in their direction before he went back to nursing his drink and focusing his hearing on the few customers lingering in the bar.