He didn't know how he got talked into this. He was looking for an outlet after days of hiding out in his hotel room. The coven was still haunting his every step. He'd returned every time he got a text, letting them torture him and then slinking back to his room to shower and sleep and do it all over again. He knew they weren't going to just let this go. He was a scapegoat, the one responsible for letting the vampire go right when they were on the cusp of something big. He was actually surprised they didn't just kill him and call it a day. But apparently, they liked torturing him more. He didn't know how to get out of it so until he thought of something, he just lived day by day. He met a mortal woman in a bar and ended up taking her home, but then she started talking about some Halloween party and how she really wanted to go but she didn't have a date. Again, he didn't know how he got talked into this. His "date," Vicki, seemed to think his pick for a last minute costume was hilarious. So here he was, straightening his white collar before he grabbed the white sash to go around his shoulders. He felt silly, but he had to admit. In a way, it was kind of hilarious, a man like hi going as a pastor. Vicki had picked out a sexy little nurse outfit, not that he planned on playing Doctor again with her any time soon. She had a low pain tolerance and she used the safe word way too many times. She really wasn't his type, but she kept whining about needing a date and he needed to get out of his room so why not? He drove them to the tavern and took a minute to compose himself as he got out of the car. That is, until he heard Vicki clearing her throat from the passenger seat. He rolled his eyes and went around to open her door, pasting on his charming smile as he held out his hand to help her out. "Why thank you, father." She purred the last word, leaning into his chest and he turned her toward the building, ready to get in there and get lost in the crowd. That way, he could lose her that much faster. Once they were inside, he slowly slid her off his arm and into a booth. "I'll go get us drinks." He turned toward the bar. "Oh, get me a cosmo, baby!" She crooned from behind him. He sighed and kept walking. Once at the bar, he slid into a stool, glancing over at the Tarzan guy a few stools down. Well, maybe it was more original than a pastor. Shrugging, he turned to the bartender. "Two shots of whiskey. It's gonna be a long night." ![]() |