That naive young woman seems almost wistful as she laments over the fact she has never been to Georgia. Darcy careful to keep his gaze upon her and his features light, as if he is nothing but politely intrigued by the easy conversation. The woman's obviously outgoing nature making it all the easier. She talked readily, laughed easily and for all intents and purposes appeared to trust quickly. She was a perfect victim. That predator within him veritably pacing at so being forced to wait and yet to attack her here in the middle of that well lit bistro would not doubt bring the Council crashing down upon him. Besides- that bartender was watching. That man was, rightly, already suspicious off him. Darcy distinctly careful to pay him little attention at all- as if he was mostly oblivious to the fellows discontent. The young woman expressed her desire to try the food his own home state was famous for, that flicker of a frown so momentarily touching his features. He didn't remember the food. It had been far, far to long since he'd tasted it. More than a century. So much of those human foods having lost any appeal to him and yet that lazy, bright grin found his lips all the same.

"Yar, da food is real good, real 'olesome like, reckon ya'd love it."

She flags that bartender down then. The man begrudgingly approaching them as Darcy's mismatched gaze slides from the woman to this 'Tim'. There was also a hero. Some fucking dolt who more often than not tried to come to the rescue. This fellow was exactly that. A problem. He was going to have to get the woman away from him. Tim was to watchful, to suspicious. Fucking bastard making everything more difficult than it had to be. Darcy swallowing that hiss that rose within his throat before that air could rush past his teeth and tongue to make that sound. The vampire forcing himself to blink, to look almost 'hurt' by Tim's actions and conceal that aggression for the man that simmered violently below the surface. He never had been good with men. His patience for them notoriously low. Yet without his beloved, Darling Risque to fuel those fires of jealousy he was, in the least, capable of maintaining that effortless act he so often fell into when hunting. That poor lost little farm boy. One who was confused about the bartenders irritated attitude. That prick having the gall to go back to wiping glasses before bringing him his drink. Such...disobedience. How thin that ice the man was walking. The young woman sighing then, his gaze returned to her as she insisted Tim wasn't exactly her friend and that she'd never seen him be this hostile to anyone before. Darcy managing to look hurt again as one hand lifted to rub at the back off his neck almost dejectedly.

"Naaw, well I ain't dun nothin' to 'im. I dun know we he ain't like me den. Dat though is a damn big 'ole. Wolf and vampire ya say? Brave wolf, most people dun get inta fights with vampires. Kinda brave of Tim to ta get in da middle."

The hero. He'd known it from the beginning. That kind who always tried to help and got so very, very in the way with their meddling. Tim clearly stupid enough to take on supernaturals when he felt the need. Where the hell was that drink? Darcy's attention hardly having faulted from the young woman all the same as he offered an almost teasing grin.

"Maybe Tim is just sweet on ya and he dun like me chatting to ya, eh?"

That chuckle hummed easily within his throat. Darcy teasing at the woman before she willingly offered to give him those directions- or let him borrow her phone. The girl turning to fish the world's oldest bloody phone from her bag before handing it towards him. This phone was older then him. How fortunate he wasn't here to rob her- she obviously didn't have anything valuable on her if this was what she was carrying around. Darcy shaking his head politely before pushing the phone back to her.

"I tried callin' her just before i came in 'ere. I reckon she must be out at one of dem clubs tonight and shecan't 'ere da phone ringin' I was just supposed ta meet 'er at 'er place. If I can ever find da damn thing. I got ta see da beach though. I ain't never seen dat before. If ya could give me directions though I'd 'prreciate it. I might need ya ta step outside an point me da way though, I aint know da street names round 'ere."

It was a reasonable request, a logical one. Darcy hardly asking her to come with him but rather simply step outside to point him in the direction he so apparently needed to go to see his 'sister'. He only needed to get her out of sight of the bistro and away from the lights. That hunger was beginning to claw at him now. The sudden slam of that whiskey onto the table in front of him prompts the vampire to swallow an outright growl. No one at Syn would ever dare to slam a glass at him and yet this little human seemed to think he could. Perhaps he would pay Tim a visit another night and teach him that meaning of respect for your superiors. For now however his attention remains upon his meal. Darcy asking after her name with that offer off his own, or at least, the one he was giving for tonight. The woman eagerly reaching to take his hand. That warmth of her hand and body was....delicious.

"Ray it is den."

She insists he hardly needs to call her Ma'am, if only because it makes her feel old. Darcy chuckling again as he reaches for that whiskey to sip at it. The alcohol, at least, was decent enough. That warm grin on his lips hardly faltering as he shook his head again.

"I call all da girls Ma'am, not cause day old, but cause I am. I'll try ta remember though, Ma'am..eh..."

That almost sheepish look seemed to find him then at the realisation he'd just done exactly what he said he wouldn't do. Darcy effortlessly raising that glass to her own before repeating that sentiment and taking another swig of that whiskey. The vampire near downing half that glass in a single go. His tolerance for alcohol after over a century at Risque's side in a myriad of bars a decidedly impressive thing. Raylin suddenly shifting to face him more fully now, her knees very near brushing against his own as she insisted she had a bizarre question. One he was free to say no to. Darcy eyeing her with a more genuine curiosity then.

"Alright den, what is it?"

He could count nearly on one hand the amount of times in his extensively long life he'd been genuinely surprised. This surely one of them. Darcy hardly having to falsify that baffled look. He'd never before had a victim willingly ask to touch his fangs- let alone freely put their fingers in his mouth. The vampire momentarily contemplating his own restraint and whether or not he was capable of not biting down with that blood so tantalizingly close. His shoulders suddenly lifting in a shrug.

"Yar, alright den, I ain't got no venom but dun go pressing down on dem anyway, not even da little bottom ones, day real sharp and day'll cut ya. If ya start bleedin' i reckon Tim will 'it me over da 'ead with summthin'"

His lips part then, pulling back from his teeth to expose those truly unique and significant 'excalibur' double fangs, far larger than most vampires, those small bottom teeth no less sharp as they protruded from his bottom jaw. Darcy parting his jaws then to let her reach for those teeth.


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