Hey, you know what's cool? Living in a place where there's a huge T-Rex skeleton in a museum. That is beyond cool. Thing could damn near rip your head off if it fell on you or something.
But I'm just here 'cause I've got nothing better to do, looking at the dinosaurs and Egyptian stuff and wondering who'd buy $100,000 of jewels if I could manage to sneak them past security - kidding!
It's alright, though, to pass the time. I might even go on one of the free tours. I can't learn much about anything by myself.
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"Didn't you know apathetic is out? It's like, three years ago. Passion's the thing now. And geeks. Did you know geek is hot? It's like The Twilight Zone, but who am I to argue?"
Says the super-suave White Court vampire wearing the Buffy t-shirt under his jacket.
"And I look like the kind of person to care what other people are into?" I ask, eyebrow raised. Very nonchalant. "It's just bones. I've got bones."
But you know, there's the whole, 'cute guy talking to me wearing a Buffy shirt' thing to consider. But really. I haven't cared about what's been "in" since Barbie was hot.
"Yes, you do. Now, which kind of people might be a little different, but yeah, sure as hell you care what people think when they look at you."
He leans against a column, the perfect figure of cool, his body naturally at just the right angle to show off all the best parts.
"You want people to know you're different. Edgy. Cool. Nothing's supposed to faze you and nothing scares you either. You're your own person and everyone should know it because your hair's not a natural color and you doodled on yourself all permanent-like."
He doesn't say anything, but the small smirk says he didn't miss it.
"It's written on every inch of your skin and just behind your eyes," he says, almost an unspoken invitation in his words... but that's more just his voice than any intention that way. "So... nifty dinosaur?"
I give him my best withering look... which withers, and I sigh.
"It's kinda cool, yeah," I admit, rolling my eyes. I've really got to work on my resolve. "In that, 'ew, you've been dead and buried for, like, 65 million years' way."
I'm staring, aren't I? Well, can you blame me? I kind of almost want him to come back if he can smile like that, just so he can leave again with an ass like that and holy cow he was.
Um. I'm still staring. Gotta stop that. Back to bones and jewels.
I cast a look around, and there's this guy - is he smirking at me? God, it's not my fault I walked into a pillar. Stupid cute guys. So I give him a look - not quite my 'curl up and die' look, but more confused. Is he normally in the habit of laughing at people who walk into pillars?
Lil's carrying boxes of alcohol from the storage room to the main floor. The glass bottles clink against each other a little as she climbs the stairs and there's a thud as the heavy wooden box hits the bar counter. She glances around to be sure there isn't anything that needs to go down into storage and trots down the stairs to grab another box.
Van Helsing is walking through the cemetery. He has a purpose, though this may not be readily apparent to the average passer-by, but there is a purpose. He is not a crazy man walking through the cemetery alone in the middle of the day. He is, in fact, more than sane... most of the time.
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