[Center][h2]Lupin Chevrolet[/h2][/center]
[b]Time:[/b] Night
[b]Location:[/b] OH MY GOD SO MUCH NOISE - The Pit
[b]Interaction with:[/b][@FunnyGuy][@Pyxis]
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Lupin simply smirked back at the woman's laugh. There was nothing that a well-timed joke couldn't solve regarding meeting people by random chance. The vampire woman also graciously accepted his mint, a good sign when it came to socializing, and it helped to relax the atmosphere a bit. Her next commentaries did not surprise him too much. So she was that sort of [i]entertainer[/i]. He was never sure about this these days. Everyone was so... aesthetically provocative these days, one could never taken that sort of thing for granted.  He decided to trust her words and friendly attitude. After all, people were usually good willed, and only a few apples, relatively speaking were truly rotten. Besides, if it came to the worst, Werewolf bites weren't nice on bloodsuckers.

"Actually I was looking for burlesque...but since Le Moulin Rouge burnt, it was never the same." He tried to say, but was cut short by how she closed the distance and addressed herself as [i]Coral[/i]. Maybe a stage name. "[i]Je suis Lupin[/i]." He curtly added, duly noting the gun clicking sounds in the distance. He had not made any attempt to react yet. It looked a bit off, but he could never be sure who was a hunter or who was a creepy stalker trying to find some fine female flesh yet, and he was seriously debating whether to call the police or not.

However it was cut short when she took the lead and guided him inside the club, where the noises started to hurt his sensitive hearing and people began to throw strange gazes at him. Not before a last gesture, full of spunk, in the form of a raspberry to the unknown man. "Easy there, [i]mon amie[/i], creeps with guns and crowds do not mix. Don't goad him, kitty." Lupin chided softly. "We don't want party crashers, do we?"