Nights out

It has been a while since he did visit this place, it was now busy, warm and just.. urgh. He wasn't used to this. The cold didn't bother him, but the heat was annoying, as for now his clothes kept sticking to his body. Ofcourse, Sk∅rravir was still in the cold north, and that was feelable by the climate, but warmer then usual wasn't better, not always. Especially if everyone here was used to the normal, bitter cold. It probably just was that he's complaining too much, but hey, you need to do something, true? And since he wasn't working, this is what the vampire was doing with his free time. He was sitting by a bar somewhere, close enough to easily get drinks, and also close enough by the door to easily see who was getting in and out of the place. the drink he was having was for him almost tasteless, it wasn't special, but ofcourse, his body wasn't meant anymore for normal food or any drink. Only for blood, something he definitely didn't forget to drink. Yeah, more then enough instances have been for that, and he'd rather have it that it didn't happen.
It was now quite busy in the bar. a place or three free at the bar, and almost all tables were occupied, people really did like the place here, didn't they?

Someone else had taken the empty sopt not much later next to Eric. He was a rough looking type of gal. hm, the blonde would be guessing he was probably either a viking or pirate. That's usually the case with these people. While Eric took his time with sipping his own drink, which was a nice aged whiskey, he saw how the other guy struggled to pay for his drink. Literally, he couldn't get it from his pocket and when he did, it fell on the ground, from what E was seeing. In the process, he got bumped against bij the rough looking guy. "Your money is on the ground, not no me hotstuff" it was something standard of Eric, and really how he called every guy when he saw fit in it. Like now, it worked for him a lot even. Like look at him.

He seemed to confuse the guy with his words, or maybe let him think that he didn't hear it right, as no comment was about it. "Ah it's fine, no need to make a fuzz about it, right?" apparently he had a rough day, something which was not uncommon to hear from the people. But he liked talking with them. It gave him some well desired attention, something he got almost even addicted to. Sure, this may be a lame way, but it is a way."Want to talk about it, hotstuff?" He had put some empathize on the last part. Oh yeah, he had heard him right, and the blonde only wanted to make that clear. Wheter it made rhe other uncomfortable or not.

Yes, he may have had a few drinks, or three. but that didn't matter. Being honest, in the long time of being a vampire, he'd never really been drunk. Once maybe when he used to be human, but that was so long ago.. he doesn't even rememberit anymore. That's now for how long ago it was. Because of this, he barely had any drunk reactions, and people nowadays didn't even know how he could be once that.. neither could Eric, but still. In the meanwhile, the for now nameless blonde guy, wasn't exactly comfortable with the compliment he was giving him. "No? shame~ it seemed like that would've been maybe the case with you. Ya know, talk stuff out" he was just teasing him. And if the actually wanted it.. Eric wasn't stopping him. He was bored enough for it.

He fnished the last bit that was left in his current, to order another one without hesitate. They had surprisingly good booze here. Like dang that was new. he liked it. Since mostly, it wasn't as aweful in comparison to other places. He got asked the question that should've been the other way around. "Well, I don't know. You were talking about a long day, weren't you?" and yet, he followed with saying he didn't had much to talk about. come on man, that's just a shame. don't first be like that he had along day, and seconds after that, nothing to tell. He was now just.. dissapointed by it. shame.

Shame, the guy barely talked. Even if it wasn't spicy, he wanted the details, so come on people. Come up with those. Like the unknown blond next to him, he just had to work. Wow, like that couldn't be literally anything. "Well, what kind of work do you do then? Let me guess: you're a viking? Or pirate." people experience he'd call it. Instead of that.. he got asked what he al did, on which he shrugged. "Not much, haven't visited here ina while, so I though it might be fun to do that again" like why not. The people alwas kept it interesting, and he didn't really take effort in it to go to another land. In other words, entertaining himself with the people here made it work out.

He got the question, if the guy looked like a pirate. Atleast it was that the blonde was right with the fact that the other was a viking. True. Vikings were up in the cold, dark north. Pirates usually in the warmer south. Not that Rhoynar wasn't far away from Falkreath, but is sure was a hell lot warmer there, in comparison to SkØrravir or hillerod. "It could've been, pirates are usually less warm clothed. But it is always cold here, so I couldn't blame you." A smiley grin played across his face, but then he shaked his head. "Nope, no work for me today" the most that people would hear Eric complain about his work, would even be a lack of customers that he could.. take care of, so to speak. It was always yet a shame, when people were either too busy with the other whores. But ofcourse, he didn't take the customers from his colleagues away. That'd be rude.