#//they're going to a real place but i didn't check Google maps before writing the first post to make sure it's where it actually is fjfjkg

[glynmostyn]

He wasn't out there waiting for very long when he spotted Quinn. There was a small spike of anxiety when he did; not because of who or what he was, just general social anxiety and wondering whether or not he was mistaking identity.

A wild thing to worry considering the man's dress. He didn't mean to stereotype but like, of course that man is a vampire. Handsome and well dressed in dark colors in period clothing. That or he was LARPing.

His worrying washed away as he was addressed and he smiled in return, partly out of a sense of relief. "Yes! Quinn, right? It's a pleasure to meet you as well."

"Thanks for coming out with me tonight. I've heard about the place we're going but haven't been there myself yet, so this'll be a fun little adventure for us both. Follow me, it's not far." With that he walked up the street and rounded the corner.

"Have you ever been to a speakeasy?" Luke asked curiously as he walked past a weed dispensary to a nondescript weathered black door at the side of the building. There was no name attached, nothing that would signal the space a place of business.

@viaregalis

It had taken a bit of thinking, but Luke was positive that he'd found the right place. Quinn had said he wanted to go somewhere on the more quiet side of things, which was not normally an easy thing to accommodate when it came to going out for cocktails.

Luke stood outside of a touristy bar in Hollywood, it's outside brightly colored and lively. 33 Taps was where he'd said to meet, but this wasn't to be their destination.

He looked a bit out of place in contrast to the city around him. Normally he'd wear something floral, but his short conversation with the older vampire had made him sentimental and he chose to adorn his black tunic with embroidered blue flames that glittered in light- and in dark. His pants were simple and plainly black. On one wrist was a band of gold alloy, intimately detailed with beautiful Norse reminiscent knot work and runes. It kept him safe once, he wasn't sure if it would a second time if needed.

He hoped he wouldn't need it to. The faw creature was anxious as he waited. The was his first time really meeting one of...a former enemy. In neutral space, at least. Out of combat, with the intent on social interaction. Could he trust Quinn? He seemed alright, but that's how they get you.

His head began to swim with thoughts of the Wyrm and he started to doubt if this was smart for him to do until he let out a huff. 'I'm not garou anymore. Not my circus, not my monkeys.'