Thread: Eternal Bliss [OctopusPrince and gio-vanne]

A bore. Everything was, as usual, a bore. He took his wine glass and gave it a little stir, whiffing the bittersweet aroma as he did so. Pale, slender fingers curled around halfway through the rim. His bright crimson eyes stood out on broad daylight but at night, along with the dim lights of the bar, they simply looked deep brown. At night, there was no need for sunglasses. He could see clearly. And he could see her from his little corner in the small space of The Sky Bar. Lucian took a sip of his red wine. It was oddly satisfying on nights he can't feed. For centuries, he managed to trick his brain into believing the red liquid is good as his original sustenance. It wasn't all that bad, though. Lucian's entire body system was much like a normal human being's only that he doesn't age, he doesn't scar, he is porcelain-flawless, and is oddly tall. And he drinks blood. Lots of it. Lucian is stuck with the looks of a late-20's to early-30's man with wavy locks reaching the blades of his shoulders. Mostly, he keeps it tied up in a loose ponytail but on casual nights like this, he keeps it down. His eyes lingered on the sea of strangers, observing the way they wasted away their mortality. At one point, he envied them -- enjoying their days away and accepting both the good and bad and moving on with it. Life's ups and downs meant nothing to him. Rather, life's endless ups and downs no longer meant anything to him. Yet here he was on his 7th day in a row, spending hours on end in a bar that is both strange and familiar. He takes his attention back to the woman in red, a disregarded cello at the foot of the long chair she was sitting on. She chugged sluggishly on the cheap beer and the way that she did so, Lucian could tell this wasn't a good night. And the nights hadn't been good, he knew, because he had been seeing her nearly all week chugging on the same, sad alcohol. Excuse me, Lucian said as he motioned a bartender to come by his table. Yes, Mr. Lucian? How may I help you on this lovely evening? He responded with an unusual jolly tone. You see that woman over there? The bartender followed his gaze. Her dress is beautiful tonight. She has not worn anything so magnificent for the past days so, I believe this night is something entirely special, wouldn't you think so? With the way she looked, the bartender knew that the night was something else entirely. Yet he didn't dare interrupt. I would like you to kindly give her a glass of this lovely Chateau Margaux. But sir, he paused for a quick moment and hesitated to continue what he was about to say, but he did so anyway. That is our exclusive line and we only serve it strictly for VVIPs like you. Lucian simply smiled. Ah, you are truly kind, he said. I would buy all three bottles tonight and make sure the Lady in Red gets as much as she likes. If I may say so myself, I would like to request that you give her just a tad bit of this beautiful drink. But you would wait, would you not? You would wait right beside her because I am sure, after the first sip, she would want some more. T-three bottles... sir? That would amount to-- The smug look on Lucian's face did not falter. It's just a penny, love. Please charge it under my name and everything else the lady wants. The bartender bowed down at him as if he was some slave. Yes, sir. As the bartender walked toward the Lady in Red, Lucian kept his eyes on her. This night, he knew, will no longer be a bore after all.