At Fangtasia (Open)

[connor]

The King of Italy, Mícheál Mac Cárthaigh, was visiting Fangtasia. How could one visit this region and not take a trip into the Vampire Bar run by the local Sheriff. Mícheál, or as he was known in English as 'Michael' was sitting in the back, adorned in a fine suit of charcoal black, a shirt a slightly paler shade worn underneath, cuff-links of gold and a large ring on one finger, also gold but featuring the shape of a stag's head made of diamond. His shoes were also very nice, French leather.

His security team was also present, armed Vampires sitting with an impostor king, sometimes misdirection was a better defense then the semi-automatic pistols his guards had concealed under their jackets. But they knew who the real King was and if anything happened, they could intercept. Talented men and much more elegant then the boorish guards of the AVL.

The name Eric Northman was known to Michael. He had an interest in Vampires from his region, those Vikings. Reminded him of when he was a tribesman so very long ago. But there was neither here nor there. Michael was here to relax, to sit back and take in the locals. That would be amusing. So for now he watched from ancient eyes and drank deep from a bottle of True Blood. The stuff was gnat piss but it would have to do until he was somewhere else and could be brought one of his regulars that had traveled with him, or maybe a willing local.

[Leann Bonner]

It had only been a week since she had moved here to the Cajun backwoods town of Bon Temps. It seemed like a nice place to make a change in her life. She knew about the recent events here and she was prepared to defend herself against any evil animal or vampire that either wanted to suck her dry or to kill her. She supported the good side, but as a single girl that has moved to the town alone without friends or family, she could be targeted easily. After a few days after she moved into a motel room that had noisy neighbors that either drank too much or had sex every five minutes, things were starting to get pretty boring. She had recently got a local paper to see if anyone was hiring. Not even the ads were correct when she went by places that stated that they were hiring. Although, a one person mentioned Merlotte’s or perhaps look for work in Shreveport. LeAnn spent the day, in Shreveport looking for work, so far nothing and in this economy jobs were hard to come by. Maybe she should try Merlotte’s, she had waitressing and bartending experience and bosses that would tell the manager to hire her in a heartbeat.

Once the day gave way to the night, LeAnn was making her way back to Bon Temps, when she came across a vampire bar called Fangtasia. Being from the Greenville and Atlanta Metro Area, she had never ventured into a vampire bar, but after a long day she needed an actual drink before continuing on. LeAnn parked her car and was faced with a long line to get in. A woman with heavy makeup was checking ids for underage humans; a few were turned away before it was her turn. She showed her south carolina id being at the age of 26, she was allowed in, although the woman known as Pam made a comment on how her virgin blood would have vampires eat her alive, but LeAnn bounced back saying she was here for an actual drink and that was it. LeAnn walked into the bar, which was dark with a black and red theme, there was a somewhat of a crowd here, but it wasn’t packed.

Walking over to the bar, she stood there looking at the television screen watching the news waiting on her turn to be served. With one person working behind the bar, orders were slow until a bouncy blonde came to pick things up. LeAnn kindly gave her order to make a red apple sangria, before she turned her gaze to the television screen as she waited for her drink to be finished. She wasn’t in a hurry, although she hated to leave her dog Lassie alone in her motel room for a certain amount of time.