11th October, 1893 — Jinxed Jackrabbit
Jude's ball was tomorrow, and Kieran would have to be good there, so tonight he was drinking at the Jackrabbit — a much shadier bar than the Augurey, and one that could reliably be counted on to keep him away from politics. He was drinking whisky and sketching a portrait of the bartender when the door to the pub open, and Kieran turned his head to see who it was, in case he recognized them. Unfortunately, he did.
Kieran liked Ishmael — although he still had to kick Ishmael for turning Monty into a vampire — but tended to find most other vampires unsettling, or distasteful. This one, especially, had always struck Kieran as more feral than Ishmael was — at least as much as he could in their rather limited interaction.
He controlled his grimace, but did not look particularly thrilled. "Evening, you," Kieran said, raising an eyebrow at the vampire. He imagined Prusseneit was here on business, but it was hard to say — he did not track the intricacies of intra-vampire relations nearly as well as he had when he was selling Ishmael his blood.
Basil Foxwood Gilbert Prusseneit
Kieran liked Ishmael — although he still had to kick Ishmael for turning Monty into a vampire — but tended to find most other vampires unsettling, or distasteful. This one, especially, had always struck Kieran as more feral than Ishmael was — at least as much as he could in their rather limited interaction.
He controlled his grimace, but did not look particularly thrilled. "Evening, you," Kieran said, raising an eyebrow at the vampire. He imagined Prusseneit was here on business, but it was hard to say — he did not track the intricacies of intra-vampire relations nearly as well as he had when he was selling Ishmael his blood.
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