Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better
The invitation had been slipped beneath the crack under his door some time during what Sebastian would have considered the 'later' hours, although in truth it was more akin to noon. He had eyed it with some marginal hint of inquisitiveness though the vampire was truly unsurprised for it's presence. He had been to her bar, a fresh face upon a crowd that clearly had some regular attendance and being of the same species in a place that seemed overpopulated with the supernatural, he doubted that his presence would go entirely ignored. Vampires tended to be territorial folks, especially when they found something that was theirs and Sebastian was presently in the process of ruining whatever boundaries this Ceara might have set. Frankly though, he hardly saw a problem with it, after all it was her establishment that was providing him some of his best hunting grounds and he certainly wasn't willing to give that it. It was perhaps this desire to show some measure of good faith that coaxed the fanged fellow from his dwellings though the promise of a party certainly didn't hamper the notion. It had been years since Sebastian had attended a vampire gathering, the last of which was shortly after his turning during the Victorian Era.

His pale blue gaze drifted over the establishment as he reached up to adjust his ebony tie, he was inquisitive on what modern parties with their kind consisted of. Then again, it'd been decades since Sebastian had even seen fit to fraternize with his own kind. Despite this, his manners were still deeply enough engrained within him that before he allowed himself to actually enjoy the setting he found himself (and the women that lingered in the corners), he casually wandered towards the young blonde settled before the bar. Instantly, Sebastian could tell that she was unlike the rest of the individuals within the bar. She was immortal, everlasting, she was like him. He could only assume that this was their host for the evening, a host he'd heard so much about since his newfound habit to linger within her bar. His eyes drifted over the blood red hue of her evening gown, letting himself indulge in her figure before he even bothered to approach her. "Ceara Hade, I presume?" His velvety voice inquired as Sebastian offered the foreign vampire a cordial bow. "You have quite the establishment here." He commented softly, a hint of praise resonating within his voice.

Sebastian could certainly be well-behaved when he wanted something and this was hardly any different. First impressions tended to have quite the weight to them, entirely unforgettable and at the very best he was going to hold some shred of amiability to him whilst meeting his neighbors, even if he had no intention of joining whatever community or cult they'd created. Sebastian kept to himself for good reason when it came to his own race and, quite frankly, the mortals Ceara had hired were so very tempting indeed.