Sebastian Ellington

Cause i've been dancing with shadows
waiting till the morning after

That door closed firmly behind him, the vampire reaching up to delicately massage his temples as a soft sigh so left his lips. Those few evenings in which he found himself unable to avoid his maker were the epitome of taxing upon the usually composed Englishman. The youthful appearing child was all but demanding in her needs to ensure they were both well fed by her ways of games and death. Tonight, Sebastian had found himself on the receiving end of her own marionette affinity, his grip upon her pheromones had momentarily failed him. Tonight, he simply hadn't been fast enough and the result was yet another cold, stiff body with blood on his hands - all because he wasn't a "proper" vampire. Thankfully, the sheer notion of Ceara had been enough to persuade the child to leave such innocent bystanders alone, for the moment, bringing Sebastian exactly to where he stood in the hallway upstairs that ever bustling Voodoo room. The thrum of the music was hardly even audible from up here and yet, for all the vampire's exasperation, returning home was not yet an option for him. No, he still needed food.

Sebastian paused, glancing down to straighten his wrinkled oxford, ensuring his clothing was free of any blood and, given his current state, as put together as an Victorian gentleman certainly should be. A soft inhale was all that was taken to steady himself before Sebastian stepped away from that closed door to head downstairs and into the main business. He paused at the base of the stairs in the back of the facility, his lips frowning ever so slightly as his head tilted to the side. How....peculiar. Ceara didn't usually choose such music for the upscale her bar, the girl usually preferring her alternative ballads that Sebastian himself could play effortlessly upon his own piano. Still, the inquisitive music hardly stopped the man from lingering within the place, so desperately needing a drink to cope with what he had endured in those last few despondent hours. The vampire made his way towards the bar, settling towards the end as his dark blue gaze briefly brushed over the crowd at large. For so late, Ceara certainly made her money's worth for a Friday night, that was for sure.

It was with effortless ease of one whom so frequented such places that Sebastian was able to flag down the bartender, his gaze entirely judging as he was met with a face that was not that of Yoland. Huh. New bartender. That explained...well, a lot, really. He had considered inquiring where the man servant had ran off to but such seemed in decidedly poor taste and so, instead, the vampire simply pushed away such peculiar curiosities, ordering that Godfather he so favored. But moment's later, that mixture of whiskey and amaretto was placed in front of him, the glass dangling with lackadaisical ease from his fingertips as his so sipped on that beverage, his gaze finally turning with interest to those few souls that had found their own seat at the crowded bar. It was that flash of near ivory that so caught Sebastian's gaze, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly as he eyed those locks. "Is that dyed?" He inquired over the loud reverberating beat to the girl he found himself settled nearby. He was certain it was a question she heard daily and yet, he knew well that, in his experience, those who put such effort into their appearance to so dye their hair too took pleasure in having their attempts so noticed.