William Holloway

I'm a devil in disguise

Of all the places for the Italian Prince - a title that Will simply could not get used to - could have chosen for their evening out, William was stunned that the nightclub was his first choice. Now, it wasn't necessarily unlike choices they would have made years and years ago, and yet it seemed nothing like what he had been preparing himself for this evening. Not that William had had any real idea where to go, considering his own knowledge of the town was minimal at best. A burlesque club, perhaps? Roaming the darkened streets on some sort of hunt? Chasing down women with questionable morals? Those all seemed certainly more likely than the pulsing blue lights and vibrating bass that assaulted his senses now. This kind of place seemed wholly foreign to the Englishman. In fact, he was still doing his best to sort out the assault on his senses when his companion spoke, bringing that attention to finding someone he was interested in? "Sebastian, I don't think that is a good-" He began, though his protest seemed to fall on deaf ears. William hadn't spoken to Sebastian of Vhalla, nor the heartbreak that seemed to pull at every fiber of his being with her rejection. Finding someone? That was the least of his worries.

Sebastian seemed unaware of William's hesitation, and William brought his gaze across the club to the brunette that he'd indicated. It was odd, really, for Sebastian to know Will's so-called 'type', and yet even then the man couldn't wholly disagree. The girl was beautiful in her own right, even if he unwillingly compared her to the white-haired witch. "She's pret-" He began, though his words were cut off by Sebastian's next words regarding the blonde that sat alongside the brunette at the bar. William's loyalty remained completely with the Italian monarch, and yet the sheer mention of the girl being a meal made William's nose twitch. "I..." He began, pausing only for a moment as Sebastian cut through the crowd before he found himself trailing after the vampire. After all, at the very least, his task tonight was to insure that Sebastian made it home safely, wasn't it?

William stood slightly behind Sebastian as he positioned himself in front of the girls, trying his best not too look wholly uncomfortable within the club - though he certainly felt that way. William stood silently as Sebastian spoke, though he was very much aware of the way both women seemed to melt at the simple lilt of his companion's voice. Not that he blamed them, of course. William himself could listen to Sebastian speak all day long. But he's not yours, that annoying, nagging voice reminded him, and William reluctantly let his gaze slide from the Englishman to the brunette that was supposedly "his type". And she was beautiful, with those green eyes that seemed focused on him now. Briefly, William's gaze flitted to the blonde at the words she spoke, the girl melting under Sebastian's attention the same way they always had. But even with the heartbreak still on his mind, William decided it would be a shame if he let a chance to speak with this girl go unused.

William's eyes followed down to her fingertips, watching as she delicately slid that martini glass away from her. Even in his wariness, he couldn't help the sly grin that made its way onto his features at her words. William stepped around another member of the club in an attempt to be closer to the brunette girl that had captured his attention. With a quick gesture, William caught the bartender's attention, motioning for him to get the lady another of her preferred drinks. Sebastian and the blonde wholly ignored in this moment as his own brown eyes settled on the emerald ones in front of him. "I'm William," He stated, the smooth tone of his voice lost as he made his voice heard over the music. "Who do I have the pleasure of meeting tonight?"