The elf’s eyes lit up at the vampire’s words, amusement clear in his features. It was not a moment late that another model appeared, asking for forgiveness and deeply disappointed when Elladan explained that the photographer had already taken his shots with a different model and left. He looked to Louis then, his head tilting to the side as he seemed to be thinking. The man in front of him was pale in coloring, which was in stark but beautiful contrast to his midnight hair. It also made his green eyes gleam inhumanly. He was intriguing.
“Would you like to go out for a drink with me before disappearing back from where ever you appeared from?”
Louis shrugged, looking at the other model as he took his leave. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, giving the elf a look over. “Yeah I guess so. It’s still early, and I don’t have to disappear again until dawn.” He tilted his head a bit as he looked up at him, struck by his lovely features. He was no human but he couldn’t pin down what else he might be. “Where to?”
“There’s this place not far from here that serves this killer chocolate martinis that soothe my sweet tooth.” He grabbed up his coat once more and pulled it on as he cast a glance to Louis once more. “You should be a model. You have the bones and looks for it.” He headed out the door then, moving back the way he had come. “You from around here? Why were you just leaning on that wall looking bored?” He looked to him again and smiled, “You struck me, obviously, as a bored, gorgeous, model.”
“I don’t have the temperament,” he said with a smile, pulling on the leather jacket he had stolen from a man he disliked. “I was waiting for someone that never materialized,” he said with a small shrug. He had been waiting for a meal, but had not had the time to find anyone before El had dragged him bodily into the studio. “You could say I’m from around here.” He smirked, looking over his shoulder at El as he began to leave. “Been here all my life.”
Elladan laughed at that, shaking his head slightly, “Whoever you were waiting for is a fool to have stood you up.” He offered the other a tiny smile then. His notion of flirting was not often as bold as such statements, but he was a believer in fate. Something had caused him to snatch this stranger from the street and he meant to find out what it was. “I am from Chicago myself.” he admitted as they walked together. “This is my first trip to New Orleans, and only my second night here.” He stopped in front of the place he had found the night before. “So, if you know of a better place we could sit and talk, I’m open to following you elsewhere.”
Louis looked up at the bar, knowing already it would be a loud, busy affair inside. “There’s a nice little jazz bar not far from here.” He turned and glanced at him with a ghost of a smile. “Might be a better place to talk. I’m sure the bartender can figure out a chocolate martini.” Elladan was interesting. Louis did not often go out, and certainly not with strangers he had just met. There was something personally exciting he found about stepping out of his element.
El smiled then, his moon bright eyes gleaming in the light of the lamps that lined the street. “That sounds perfect. Lead the way, melin nin.” He fell back into step with Louis as they continued on. He had a sense about the male at his side, though he could not fully grasp if it was a completely good or bad one. Louis had the scent of death or danger about him, but there was a stronger scent of melancholy or sadness. Both made him intriguing and exciting for the elf who often only met humans focused on how unfair life was. “If you are not a model, then what do you do for work, Louis? What gets you out of bed everyday?”
Louis led him to one of the quieter streets. He had killed there before, but El was in no danger. “Real estate,” he answered after a moment. “I buy and sell properties to keep the lights on, but I wouldn’t say it gets me out of bed at night.” He shrugged. He wouldn’t mention that he had bought most of said properties over a century ago. “I spend a lot of time reading and writing when I’m home. I can’t spend too much time in the city though.”
“Why is that?” Elladan asked curiously. “Do you have something against the city?” He stopped in front of the jazz bar Louis had brought them to and took a measure of the place before deciding that it looked like a good place to sit and chat over a couple of drinks. “I guess I can understand the job not being your passion. I mean modeling doesn’t exactly give me a reason to live, but it does take me to all kinds of new places where I get to meet interesting people.” He gave Louis a look then, smiling at him before going to order them some drinks.
Louis shrugged. “Bad memories,” he said quietly. “There is so much in this city that reminds me of the past. It can be overwhelming sometimes.” He followed him inside, giving a nod to the bartender that recognized him. “Just a whiskey please,” he said with a small smile for Elladan.
