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[sanguinescry]

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Quick question...does anyone else have a gold ball like this?

( She holds up the thing she's talking about for the camera. )

I'm just wondering what it is? Does it do anything or it's just a decoration or...?

( Truthfully, she's pretty sure she's overthinking it because overanalyzing is just a thing that Lydia does. But, she figures, it doesn't hurt to ask. )

Oh, also, I'm Lydia. Hi. I probably should've led with that, but I'm a little distracted.

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She's still sort of adjusting to this place, but it seems nice enough so far. Lord knows, she can't complain; it's a nice break from the crazy. All day, though, she's spent oscillating between pondering that golden ball she hasn't been ready to try to open yet and reading. It's been forever since she's had the time to just sit and read a book uninterrupted and without an ulterior motive of some kind. It's especially nice that she'd found one on astrophysics that looked especially interesting

Lydia leaves her message on the network, but then she's picked up the ball and headed outside, with Prada on a leash as he trots beside her. He needs to go out and she needs a breath of fresh air while she tries to decide whether this thing is a good idea, a bad idea, or not even a thing she should worry about and she's just overthinking it entirely.

Prada's walking in little circles near the curb, trying to find the perfect place to pee — she'll never understand why dogs do that. Lydia's accepted this as a fact of life — and Lydia transfers the ball from one hand to the other. "What do you think, little man?" she asks the dog who looks up at her and snorts before turning in circles again, as if affronted that she has the gall to interrupt his search for a potty spot. "Should I open it or no?"

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[jerrythevampire]

Stupid dog.

"Boring," comes Jerry's easy reply though. Boring as hell, honestly. And he's been good and hasn't fed on anyone, which is not just boring but tedious. He'll break soon; it's just a matter of time.

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Lydia huffs a laugh and rolls her eyes. "Boring," she echoes thoughtfully. "I love boring. I love boring so much." Nobody dies when it's boring. "I could use a few months of boring, so if that assessment is accurate, I think I'll like it here just fine."

[jerrythevampire]

That sentiment gets her an amused sidelong look. "That so? What's it like where you're from, Lydia?"

Depending on her temperament and susceptibility, as he gets closer, she might just feel a pull to come closer to him. To let him do anything to her, really. It's convenient.

[sanguinescry]

"Pretty bleak, let's just put it that way," she replies vaguely. This place might have its own flavor of madness, but she's not exactly feeling all that interested in sharing and caring the darker side of her own home. Especially since she spends more of her time than not in the thick of it.

Wetting her lips and smirking a little, Lydia takes a few steps closer. "You ask a lot of questions," she observes, amused. Prada barks. Lydia stops and her expression pinches for a second with the ever-present whispers in her head starting to buzz with just the tiniest bit more urgency. The sun is setting but it isn't down; the street is quiet. Prada's not going anywhere and Lydia's between this guy and the street, so who, exactly doe the voices think is in danger, here?

[jerrythevampire]

Who indeed.

Most likely Lydia is.

Jerry smiles a bit more brightly as she moves closer and his amusement shows as he asks - yes, another question. "Does that bother you?"

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Laughing in spite of herself, Lydia's eyebrows arch and she shakes her head. "I think bother might be a bit of a stretch," she replies. Her eyes give him a quick scan before settling back on his.

"I think you just want to keep me around," she says playfully, giving a quirk of her eyebrows.

[jerrythevampire]

"Would that be so bad? I mean, you're beautiful and as I said, this place is boring, so."

Just a few more minutes and he'll be able to get out into the street proper.

[sanguinescry]

A sly grin tugs at the corners of Lydia's mouth. She knows she's beautiful, but she does rather enjoy hearing other people say it. It's been a while.

Following the grin with a little facial shrug, Lydia takes a deep breath and lets it out in a lofty little sigh. "Well, thank you. I wasn't really planning to entertain," she says, looking up at nothing in particular before looking back at him. "I don't typically bring my dog when I do..."

It isn't a rejection, but it isn't an agreement just yet, either.

[jerrythevampire]

Hey, if she wants to ditch the dog, all the better. That little purse mutt is scowling at Jerry anyway.

"Do you drink beer?" he asks, nodding toward the bar down the street.

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"By choice?" Lydia asks. "I'm more of a cranberry vodka or whiskey sour kind of girl, by choice, but I'll drink beer if it's there," she replies, her eyes shifting to look in the direction he's indicating. She'll need her fake ID and to put Prada back in the apartment if she's going out drinking, but...

"Give me ten minutes?" she asks, eyebrows arched with interest as she nods down at the dog.

[jerrythevampire]

"I'll meet you there," Jerry says. He thinks of Faith, but pushes her from his mind. He needs this, see. There's only so long he can be good.

[sanguinescry]

Lydia heads back upstairs after a little wink and a wiggle of her fingers meant to be a wave. She makes fairly quick work of getting Prada settled in, doing a last minute primp to make sure her makeup and hair looks good, and grabbing her purse, and then Lydia heads back outside and down the street a little ways to the bar.

It's not super busy in there, so it's not terribly loud, but there's a decent buzz of sound and a smallish crowd, so she wonders if maybe the voices are on about some unlucky bastard in the bar.

It takes her a second to find him, but she notices him after a moment and makes her way to him. "There you are, sorry I'm a little late."

[jerrythevampire]

"No problem," Jerry replies, his hand cupped around a half-drained beer. He hails the bartender. "Whatever she wants, on me."

See? Chivalrous.

[sanguinescry]

Her attention moves to the bartender and she gives the man a smile, holding out her ID should he want to take it. "Whiskey sour, please," she says and then settles on the stool beside Jerry, swiveling it to face him.

"You always buy pretty girls drinks or did I just luck out tonight?"

[jerrythevampire]

"Pretty much always," Jerry jokes. "What can I say. Your little dog gonna forgive you for choosing me over it?"

[sanguinescry]

"Yeah, I think he'll manage," Lydia replies with a smirk, thanking the bartender when she receives her drink and then sipping at the tiny straw after using it to stir. "You're not very good at making a girl fell special, are you, sweetie?" she teases.

[jerrythevampire]

"Well, you're here, aren't you?" Jerry asks, smirking as he raises his mug to her. "Though I think I already told you you were beautiful. Doesn't that cut me some slack?"

[sanguinescry]

Lydia gives a little nod and her eyebrows quirk up just once. "Mmm, I'll give you that, but if you do this for all the girls, you're really only breaking even after that," she points out.

[jerrythevampire]

"I guess I'll just have to work harder then," Jerry replies, turning up the charm (and that quirky vampire ability that draws people to him). "So tell me what I need to do, huh? To win you over."

[sanguinescry]

Lydia smiles coyly. "I guess that depends on your end game, sweetie," she says in a lofty tone, taking another sip. "What is your end game, exactly?"

[jerrythevampire]

Draining her just enough to keep her somewhere and feed on her again?

That would be Jerry's true end game. His smile doesn't change, though, as he smiles, dimples and all. "I'd just like to get to know you is all, Lydia."

[sanguinescry]

"Yeah?" Lydia asks, arching her eyebrows a little with interest. There's a lot more to know about Lydia than she cares to share with people. "What do you want to know, Jerry? Consider me an open book."

That's a lie, but she's good at faking it.

[jerrythevampire]

Open books are boring, for the record. And easy to manipulate.

"You already said that this place is better than where you're from, so what makes that place so bad, huh?" Jerry asks.

[sanguinescry]

To give herself a moment to decide what exactly she wants to say as an answer to that.

"Well...what's your stance on the paranormal? Supernatural stuff?" she asks. There are a lot of things about this place that most would find strange, so she figures gauging his stance is a decent place to start.

[jerrythevampire]

Oh, hell.

Jerry puts on his best innocent look. "You mean like ... what. Werewolves? Ghosts?" A beat. "Vampires?"