Caylex Arrived to the club 15 minutes late, shivering. He stuck his hands and his pockett and looked around for Nico.

A tall pale Vampire with long blond hair that covers a long scar that goes from his right temple to the right side of his nose. He wearing clothes that mach the time-period so that he could mingle with the mortals with less chance of discovery. He goes up to the bar an orders a drink, and he sits down to see what is going on.

((ooc sorry if you don't want me in here just tell me to leave, if you don't want me here))

(sorry if this annoys anyone but i when into the wrong forum) The vampire leaves to find another place with more vampires.

A flash of amber-orange, warm and alluring in the soft, heavy light of the bar.

Nico sits at a table in the corner, the air currents winding cigarette smoke slowly around him like the fumes of hell. A hanging light glows softly above him-- there's one above every table. His skin is as pale as marble in the light. He's wearing his sunglasses, the back of the glass and his clothing standing out vividly against his white skin and bright hair. He is sitting perfectly still, like a cat waiting for movement to catch his eye.

The corner of Nico's mouth lifts. "You don't know for sure?"

Caylex spoted Nico and quietly walked toward him. He looked cold. His skin is slightly pale from walking. He had gotten lost and thats what had taken him so long.He stoped in front of Nicos table, unsure of what to say, unsure of why he was even there.

Nicodemus' hair waves a bit as he turns his head. There are no words to quite describe soft, fine hair under a light, the way each strand moves separately and all together all at once, so we'll let the reader imagine it as he or she knows best.

He tilts his head to glance up at Caylex over his sunglasses, his dark amber eyes brown-gold under his lashes.

"Nice to see you found your way here."

"I got lost..." He mumbled and shrugged. "May I?" He motioned to the chair in front of him.

Nicodemus grins and, with a nods, gestures at the empty seat.

"Please, do."

He waits for the boy to sit before asking, "Got your projects finished?"

Caylex sat in the chair and nodded.

"All finished" He yawned softly, covinging his mouth with his hand. "How are you?"

"Good, good." Tilting his head a bit to indicate a waitress, Nicodemus asks, "Interested in a drink?"

He adjusts his sunglasses to better block out the light above them.

Caylex shrugged. "I don't drink much... but....I'll have a rum and coke I guess." He smiled and shivered slightly.

"Not all drinks are of an alcoholic nature." nico pauses a bit before adding, with a smile, "You could just have the coke. I'm paying, by the way."

Caylex smiled. "I know." He looked around for a second. "You don't have to... And I could do that... but what fun would that be, but all right... just a coke." He nodded quietly.

The other man's golden-red eyebrows draw down over his sunglasses.

"I don't follow you," he says, obviously refering to the string of unfinished sentences.

"Nevermind." Caylex shook his head and pulls his feet up onto his chair against his chest.

Nicodemus smiles, teeth gleaming very white against pale lips.

"If you insist." He signals the waitress over.

"One coke, please."

Caylex smiled. "Thank you..." He looked around again. "So..."

Nico assures the waitress that there's nothing else, and waits for her to bustle off before turning back to Caylex, his dark glasses almost reflective directly under the light over the table.

"So?"

Caylex wrapped his arms around his knees and layed his head on his knees, watching Nico silently.

"Hey."

The vampire reaches across the table, tender for a moment. His cold fingers stroke Caylex's knee gently.

"If you didn't want to come, you didn't ahve to."

Caylex shivered and smiled. "Oh... it's not that... I did want to come... but I'm just a little tired is all..." He watched Nicos hand, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks.

Nicodemus returns the smile, moving his hand to stroke Caylex's cheek, now. His fingers are very cold for a living thing. Like soft marble-- smooth, pale and chilly.

"I'm glad you decided to come, despite being tired."

Caylex shivers, the blush creeping down his arms. ((Yes it is possible to blush that much. XD I have before.)) "I'm glad I decided to come too..."

Nicodemus seems about to say something else, but retreats to his own side of the table as the waitress comes and sets down the glass of Coke in front of him. He flashes her a brief smile and slides the glass over to Caylex. The waitress gives them a look that is an odd mix of curious and disapproving, and leaves.

Caylex smiled. "Thank you..." he ran his fingers lightly over the cold glass, wetting his fingers lightly with the condensation on the outside of the glass.

"Not a problem, Cay." Pause. "Can I call you that?"

Nico leans on his hand, fingers resting around the edge of his singlasses, holding them closer over his eyes. A smile plays around the edges of his pale lips.

Caylex nods. "You may." He smiles and lifts his head up to take a sip of his drink. He sets the glass back down and rubs his fingers lightly on his pant leg.

"So, what are you in school for?" Nico asks, his expression mostly unreadable due to the glasses covering his eyes.

Caylex shrugs. "Something to do with computers..." He traces patterns on the side of the glass.

"At the moment, no." He smirks slightly. "I think it's programming or something..."

Nicodmeus makes a soft 'tch'ing noise. "And you haven't even had anything to drink yet..."

Caylex smiles shyly. "Well... pot will do that... I used to smoke when I was young and stupid..." He nods quietly, rubbing his arm, rubbing scars concealed under long sleeves. "It made me do messed up things, so I stopped..." He nods again, unsure of why he is giving out this personal information.

After a pause, Nicodemus reaches out to touch Caylex on the knee again. Though his fingers are cold, his voice is warm.

"We were all young and stupid once."

Caylex shivers and looks down at Nicos hand, flushing slightly again. He puts his hand on Nicos and smiles a little. "Yeah..."

A smile.

"You don't look comfortable. Want to go for a walk?"

Cay nods quietly. "Yeah... That would be nice... Your the first nice person I have met here..." He takes another sip of his soda.

"The city can be a big place."

Nicodemus stands, his trenchcoat sweeping off the chair to billow around his ankles. He holds out a hand for Caylex, dropping a few coins on the table with the other.

"Leave the drink."

Cay takes Nicos hand and pulls himself up, nodding. He for some reason does not let go of Nicos hand straight away, but holds onto it for a few second before letting it drop, his face slightly pink.

Still smiling, Nicodemus walks off towards the door, expecting Caylex to follow.