Night had settled in pretty quickly and for Micheal that was always a good thing. The Gangrel finally having some time to himself after years of serving his clan found himself in Washington D.C. One of his favorite haunts and after cleaning up his old apartment decided to hit the town a few dive bars he use to frequent might help give him a good start to what seemed to be a long vacation. He pulled the long dark hair back tight behind his head and slipped on the simple black shirt that read {ass the other vagina} a pair of simple blues and boots.
The Harley took off with a thunderous sound as he took corners at break neck speed but then he had little fear. As the street lights flew past him a smile hit his rugged features as he saw the blinking neon signs of the corner bar that he once called home. The bike came to a dull roar as he slipped off the bike as the red glowing eyes took in the familiar sight . Most mortals thought they were contacts, something to go with the very animal like features of his face. A dark permanent five o'clock shadow upon his angled face and with the stray strands of hair over his face gave him the very predator look to him
The door swung open and the smell of bad perfume, sweat, beer and blood hit his nose. but it was something else his senses caught as his eyes zeroed in upon the small pool table in the back corner. He noted several men and a single blue haired female playing pool . He smirked as he made his way to the bar to order himself a beer.
The Harley took off with a thunderous sound as he took corners at break neck speed but then he had little fear. As the street lights flew past him a smile hit his rugged features as he saw the blinking neon signs of the corner bar that he once called home. The bike came to a dull roar as he slipped off the bike as the red glowing eyes took in the familiar sight . Most mortals thought they were contacts, something to go with the very animal like features of his face. A dark permanent five o'clock shadow upon his angled face and with the stray strands of hair over his face gave him the very predator look to him
The door swung open and the smell of bad perfume, sweat, beer and blood hit his nose. but it was something else his senses caught as his eyes zeroed in upon the small pool table in the back corner. He noted several men and a single blue haired female playing pool . He smirked as he made his way to the bar to order himself a beer.