Heartbreakers (Tylerthebutt/Brycecakes)

It was truly amazing how a lack of hunger could change a person; for the better or worse. Hunger for him meant the make or break of his sanity, the fueling or quelling of his natural aggression. But unlike the average human his was not just a hunger but an innate need, addiction, but more specifically a bloodlust that in itself had no cure for. On this night, fortunately to those who surrounded him, he'd recently fed and was therefore on was on his best behavior (as best a psychopathic dragon could behave, that is). He was relatively content, in fact could even be said to have a glimmer of amusement in his eye as he absentmindedly held down his section of the bar, all the while surveying the rather erotic dancers. 

But the humor that lingered in his gaze was not for the scene itself but the what it lacked. Those that didn't notice the difference in scene would far outnumber those that did, and those that did would certainly never speak up due to fear or their own selfish desires. His morbid humor was that of knowing, the pleasurable little thought that he knew something they cared not to.. One of their own was missing. But then again, there was nobody to miss them. She had been a particularly scrawny one, not a big producer,  combined with her defiance put her high on his sister's 'cull' list, of which he had no problem taking care of. With that being said it was easy to see he was downright chuffed with himself and his performance the night prior. 

It showed physically as well as mentally; sporting a near glow, the strength of a predator at the top of it's game.  If he had emotions they would certainly be leaning towards happiness at this moment, but until then a charming little smirk would have to suffice.  The few woman that sat at his section this night were, to put it bluntly, easy. It would take hardly more than a smirk to get them exactly where he wanted if he so chose, unlike his dear sister he hadn't the established 'standards', in fact it was quite entertaining to take advantage of a drunken woman.

Dark irises pulled themselves from the dancers display to rake across the customers in front of him, putting on his winning smile. Several needed (or rather, wanted) refills which he took to quickly, hands moving with a cool precision even though his main attention was pulled elsewhere.  To a scent, to be more exact, the one of someone who'd just recently stepped in from outside. A new customer. He easily handed the drink to some trashy looking brunette before shifting his focus to the person, straightening and taking the arrival in. She was rather cute, in an childish sort of way, but more importantly she wasn't drunk and that couldn't be said about half of the people there. He made his way over to the blonde and cleared his throat. "My, my, you look a bit out of place here," He commented in a rumbling purr, smirking in somewhat of a friendly manner which was a stark contrast to the cool gleam in his eye. "Don't get me wrong, we're always happy to see new faces." The man paused to allow the words to sink in before chuckling a bit, "What can I get for you, hun?"