[Dennis watches the monitor, arms akimbo, trying to mentally place what appears to be a sci-fi movie into his understanding of reality. These are, apparently, his peers. Dennis always knew he was destined for something greater than the atrophy of being a middle-aged bartender, that the coffin of a boring life he was breathing stale air from wasn't the tomb of a corpse but the resting place of some sort of vampire. He likes that, the idea of being a vampire. Nice and erotic. He's always knows there was some cord running through him, through the hole where his sense of purpose should go, and that he just had to wait for destiny to pull it and tug him close.
(Underneath this all there's a thrum of panic, the knowledge that he's in way out of his depth, but none of this feels real yet, so he manages to tamp that down.)]
I would have gone with something that had a little more panache. [He preens, already impressed at the hypothetical version of himself besting Liam.]
Like, the vial of poison I get. That's impressive. It's the gun, though. [He clicks the corner of his smile.] The gun's pedestrian. If you really want to get to know someone before you kill them, you need to use something silent. That way you can hear their last gasp for breath in your ear. Ahh...
[Has Dennis ever killed anyone? He absolutely hasn't. Has he fantasized about it? Oh yeah.]
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[Dennis watches the monitor, arms akimbo, trying to mentally place what appears to be a sci-fi movie into his understanding of reality. These are, apparently, his peers. Dennis always knew he was destined for something greater than the atrophy of being a middle-aged bartender, that the coffin of a boring life he was breathing stale air from wasn't the tomb of a corpse but the resting place of some sort of vampire. He likes that, the idea of being a vampire. Nice and erotic. He's always knows there was some cord running through him, through the hole where his sense of purpose should go, and that he just had to wait for destiny to pull it and tug him close.
(Underneath this all there's a thrum of panic, the knowledge that he's in way out of his depth, but none of this feels real yet, so he manages to tamp that down.)]
I would have gone with something that had a little more panache. [He preens, already impressed at the hypothetical version of himself besting Liam.]
Like, the vial of poison I get. That's impressive. It's the gun, though. [He clicks the corner of his smile.] The gun's pedestrian. If you really want to get to know someone before you kill them, you need to use something silent. That way you can hear their last gasp for breath in your ear. Ahh...
[Has Dennis ever killed anyone? He absolutely hasn't. Has he fantasized about it? Oh yeah.]