It had taken me exactly one week to get bored. Honestly I thought I'd last a little longer than that without Kat. I wasn't entirely sure where the Council had sent her or what exactly this business had involved and I honestly hadn't asked. If I needed to know she'd tell me, I trusted her enough for that, just as im entirely assured she trusted me too, somehow, keep myself alive for goodness knows how long without her. Cooking had proven to be decidedly outside my skill set. I knew how to make cereal and yet outside of that I found my skills decidedly lacking. It was almost ridiculous how easily I found myself falling back into the patterns that had existed before Kat. Honestly I saw no reason to get up before at least four in the afternoon and without Kat here to make me, well, I'd rather enjoyed returning to my pre-girlfriend habits. Dinner became far easier to get at restaurants or bars- and so did women. I was hardly an unfaithful partner, I never took them home as I had done on a nightly basis before Kat's existence and yet really, did a little flirting ever harm anyone? Granted even that had become more difficult lately- my apparent status as a Hunter seemed to make anyone, both men and women alike, rather determined to avoid me. I hardly hold any interest in men all the same and yet a little conversation never went awry. Not that most were even willing to offer me that. Alright, so I miss the regular sex that comes with a girlfriend, a girlfriend who didn't run away screaming for fear I might kill her let alone one who kept my company of her own desire- not an influence of my power. The sooner Kat came back the better.

I stepped easily into the bar, one I hadn't been to before, holding some brief hope that my appearance wouldn't see people running in every direction. Honestly, maybe I am a Hunter, but I've never held even the faintest desire to hunt anyone or anything. I backed my car over a squirrel once and that is about the one and only death that has ever occurred at my hands- or wheels rather. As predicted several patrons had already made for the back door, one hand lifting to run through the golden brown of my hair before moving to take off the ray bans- the light dim enough in here, hopefully, to prevent my needing them. For a moment the blue gold of my gaze surveyed the bar, already picking out far more than one intriguing young woman and yet- they'd only run away screaming if I even tried, a sigh of sorts released as I simply took the nearest seat. What.....was on this bar?

"Well this is....sticky."

I muttered the words more to myself really, attempting to prevent any part of myself touching the top of the bar again, features forming a distinctly concerned look. Ok, so I have a bit of a phobia when it comes to cleanliness, yet another reason I have always been a terribly poor Hunter, much to Kat's utter disdain. Blood does not come out of, well, anything easily- it stains and truly I don't own enough cleaning products to ever make a shirt clean enough again once someone else blood has been on it. A sticky counter top was hardly the equivalent to blood and yet I am entirely sure I can see the bacteria touching it all the same, one hand reaching out to tap the shoulder of a passing waitress- a rather attractive one at that. So shoot me- I smiled, it's a habit and besides, maybe if I did she wouldn't scream and run. If she was any sort of supernatural I truly had no idea, I seem to lack the ability to tell like most of my kind- all I saw was nice hair to be honest.

"You wouldn't be totally opposed to finding me a napkin would you? An Anti-bacterial wipe would be far more ideal but I'll take just a napkin too."

I grinned once more, light, easy, words more teasing then they were serious, hardly expecting her to actually carry about a packet of disinfectant wipes, but hey, it was worth a shot right?



k o h l
so you want to play with magic?