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i-want-my-iwtv:

♛ “I’ll have a Screwdriver, Miss Andi-Lee.” Lestat asked the vampire behind the bar, when she finally noticed him. He had plucked her name from her mind, but had not perused further. Marius must have found something very unique about this one to have turned her, that much he had also discerned, but why did she seem to emanate the loneliness of being completely on her own in the world now? It was intriguing and Lestat was curious, his chin on his hand as he gazed up at her with more than a little childlike amusement at her startled expression.

‘Did he seriously call me Andi-Lee? How the hell does he know my name,’ Andi questioned herself internally. She slowly reached down and grasped a bottle of Absolut vodka and a highball glass. “What kind of vodka do you want in that?”

She cursed her luck, seeing his hair, wishing that her friend would have left hers that almost white-blonde color that this immortal was rocking. What was he doing in a place like this? It’s not like anyone was selling chemically enhanced baking soda in the back room. She’d killed the last supplier two weeks ago.

♛ Oh, she was precious! How easily flustered and colorful… a tropical bird. He could feel the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind, but gave her the space to choose which line of questioning to pursue. Her polite envy of his hair wasn’t lost on him, however, and he gave it a little playful toss. 

So lost in these thoughts, he’d left her question unanswered too long!

“Belvedere would be fine, actually." Lestat wouldn’t drink this, but it had a hint of vanilla, which, when mixed with the citrus, was pleasant to smell before he might hand it away to a deserving patron.

"You’re wondering why I’m here. I followed you.” This was true; he had seen her about, was she a vampiric actress? The choice of clothes and hairstyle were not a costume but appeared to be her nostalgia for the time in when she’d been alive, a time he’d cursed himself for missing when he had been healing his wounds underground.