[ Johanna steals a coffee mug from behind the counter when they come in, and when they're settled at a table she pours herself a few fingers of bourbon so she can stop swigging straight from the bottle.
There's something very surreal about sitting in an empty coffee shop, in an empty city, in the middle of the night, listening to a man talk about losing his virginity some hundreds of years ago. Not where she expected herself to be six months ago. Not even where she expected herself to be sixty minutes ago. ]
Sort of.
[ Including several she wouldn't have thought to ask. What his position was when he was mortal; where he lived; who he loved. ]
And after that it was always just feeding? But I can't be the first mortal you ever met up with under false pretenses. And you can't have been opening with kinks like bloodplay in the 1950s or what have you. Nobody ever wanted to go down on you? Or wanted you to go down on them?
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There's something very surreal about sitting in an empty coffee shop, in an empty city, in the middle of the night, listening to a man talk about losing his virginity some hundreds of years ago. Not where she expected herself to be six months ago. Not even where she expected herself to be sixty minutes ago. ]
Sort of.
[ Including several she wouldn't have thought to ask. What his position was when he was mortal; where he lived; who he loved. ]
And after that it was always just feeding? But I can't be the first mortal you ever met up with under false pretenses. And you can't have been opening with kinks like bloodplay in the 1950s or what have you. Nobody ever wanted to go down on you? Or wanted you to go down on them?