This crowd? No. It'll be magic or they'll be to drunk to notice.
[They're both such warm comforts. Trevor far rougher and only barely tolerating any of this, and Alucard always wishes he could display the same contempt. With Sypha, he can let out the rest of his feelings, and the three of them can pile here for stolen minutes. Grabbing onto whatever comfort they can find.
Alucard's practically a puddle when Sypha leans against him as she does. Trevor lets out a low laugh because he can't have two puddles of goo on the sofa and then....
...then they're all on their feet. Trevor declaring that the go bag is in the car and leaping over the sofa to go get it. Alucard grabbing Sypha's hand and hanging on tightly, barely restraining himself from tapping into his vampiric heritage to speed outside.
What he finds is mist. Mist creeping in from the north, mist staying too high afloat. Head leave. There's a moment's sniff, and before Alucard can say anything else, someone at the back of the venue lets out a pained screech of holy water!
Alucard hisses, low and vampiric, and looks around. Improvised weapon time.]
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[They're both such warm comforts. Trevor far rougher and only barely tolerating any of this, and Alucard always wishes he could display the same contempt. With Sypha, he can let out the rest of his feelings, and the three of them can pile here for stolen minutes. Grabbing onto whatever comfort they can find.
Alucard's practically a puddle when Sypha leans against him as she does. Trevor lets out a low laugh because he can't have two puddles of goo on the sofa and then....
...then they're all on their feet. Trevor declaring that the go bag is in the car and leaping over the sofa to go get it. Alucard grabbing Sypha's hand and hanging on tightly, barely restraining himself from tapping into his vampiric heritage to speed outside.
What he finds is mist. Mist creeping in from the north, mist staying too high afloat. Head leave. There's a moment's sniff, and before Alucard can say anything else, someone at the back of the venue lets out a pained screech of holy water!
Alucard hisses, low and vampiric, and looks around. Improvised weapon time.]
Sypha, can you turn all of that away!?