Gavril wasn't a stranger to the supernatural scene in London, though he had to admit that he wasn't particularly involved in it. He tended to have a live and let live attitude with the other factions and pseudofactions of the supernatural underworld or whatever you wanted to call it. But that meant he usually steered clear of any place he either knew or suspected to be a hangout for other kinds.
That being said, it helped to keep tabs on people, and Gavril sort of wanted to make sure everything was on the up and up, especially when it came to certain groups like vampires. Generally, he knew the clues to look for; vampires were notoriously cliched at times, and the Blood Diamond was no different.
Who he saw outside, though, was a bit of a surprise. He'd been about to get her lighter for her when she went to pick it up herself, and then looked up to see him.
Gavril cleaned up nicely but rarely truly 'cleaned up.' He almost always sported a rugged sort of half-beard, half-stubble look that he'd cultivated out of a mix of trying and being lazy. His clothes, however, were nicer; his suit was crisp and clean and, while it wasn't anything particularly fancy, it was still a suit, and the nicest thing he owned outside of his pub.
"Fancy meeting you here," he chuckled to her. He remembered her, of course. How could he forget?
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Date: 2017-05-02 01:48 am (UTC)That being said, it helped to keep tabs on people, and Gavril sort of wanted to make sure everything was on the up and up, especially when it came to certain groups like vampires. Generally, he knew the clues to look for; vampires were notoriously cliched at times, and the Blood Diamond was no different.
Who he saw outside, though, was a bit of a surprise. He'd been about to get her lighter for her when she went to pick it up herself, and then looked up to see him.
Gavril cleaned up nicely but rarely truly 'cleaned up.' He almost always sported a rugged sort of half-beard, half-stubble look that he'd cultivated out of a mix of trying and being lazy. His clothes, however, were nicer; his suit was crisp and clean and, while it wasn't anything particularly fancy, it was still a suit, and the nicest thing he owned outside of his pub.
"Fancy meeting you here," he chuckled to her. He remembered her, of course. How could he forget?