Re: Kami's Pub
With his hands in his pockets and his head down, Lestat walks into the pub, shuffling his feet behind him. He takes a seat at the far end of the bar and beckons the bartender towards him.
"Can I help?" Smiles the bartender, with a glass clutched into one hand and a cloth drying it with the other.
"Yeah, ermm I'll have a beer." Leastat mumbles.
He flicks his head moving his hair away from his dark eyes. His expression remained stale as his observed the people around him.
He turns around and leave the bar.
Last edited by Saint Dean; 05-09-2008 at 10:57 PM.
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