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Hands fold delicately beneath her chin, large brown doe eyes watching with interest as he takes her in. Likely trying to figure her out. They all did it, humans and vampires alike. She didn't fit into their definable boxes that separated them from one another. Humans knew - without always knowing how or why - that she was different. Vampires often wondered the nature of her fluttering heartbeat. How she smelt like them yet with something alive inside. Serena often wondered that part herself, how something so unnatural had the capacity to be born just like a human. It didn't become any easier, watching her siblings births. Perhaps that was why she liked to drink, to forget.

Though it seemed she would have a harder time convincing this one to grant her every whim. Human bartenders, human men especially, were easy. Malleable, so single minded that the mere thought of getting close to a creature like her had them falling over themselves to please her. It did become a little boring after a time. She didn't so mind the challenge or being levelled with. Head tilts ever so slightly as she takes him in this time, wondering just how old he was. His smile playful but his eyes told a deeper story that have her leaning closer to try and drink them in. "I heard you, but I was hoping you might make an exception." She pouts, before shrugging and leaning back.

Turning to take in the place properly before turning back to him, she raises a brow. "Not a very good business model, this. You could be bringing in some other types of clientele." Leaning down beside the bar, Serena picks up what looks like some sort of jewelry piece adorned with an upside down cross scattered in tacky, fake red diamonds in the shape of blood drops. "Ones who aren't children playing make believe."

Malakai watched her approach from his peripheral while he continued his task of cleaning the night's used glasses. When she took a seat, he slid a glass into place and dropped his towel on the counter. His hands found resting places on the edge of the sink. Now he looked at her. Really looked at her, not just the glance he gave her when she'd walked in.

There was a slight narrowing of his eyes and his nose twitched ever so slightly. For a moment, he considered turning her out. He didn't care about the bills she pushed across the counter, the register was already closed and shut down for the night. It was one of the first things he did after the last patron had filtered out of the club. But he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been intrigued by her the moment she sat down. Something was different. Not quite human, not quite vampire. An amused smile spread across his lips. "Did you miss the part where I said last call already happened?" he teased lightly.

One hand lifted to motion around the silent club. The overhead lights were on, but the colorful dance floor lights, the stage's spotlights, and the LED strips that helped contribute to the atmosphere during operating hours had been shut off. "In case you didn't notice, we're not exactly open for business." That same teasing tone lingered in his voice, and he made no effort to tell her she had to leave. At least not yet.

Serena preferred the night; not just to hunt but to roam. It was somehow less lonely than walking amongst the activities of humans in their waking hours. Each breath, each heartbeat, marching them closer to an ultimate demise. The inevitability of it all made them cling to every precious, fleeting, moment. Death was a mistress none of them wanted to face until they were ready. She came too soon for some of them and they knew it possible. Sometimes Serena herself had aided her cause.

No, the night was for those others who had slipped the grasp of death well beyond their time. Who had seen death claim countless humans while she let them continue on. Serena may have been half human but death did not seem to be a condition of her existence. Still, she liked to dance with her, testing the limitations of her immortal side with the many vices that sent humans to an early grave. It was her own, private experiment. One her father was not in control of for once.

The bar had stuck out like a sore thumb, the only one with the lights still on at the hour. Wandering inside, the hybrid assesses the punky interior with slight amusement. It looked like exactly the kind of bar a human would assume a vampire owned, and she can smell one behind the bar. Swinging herself onto the stool, she rests an elbow on the bar, eyeing him with curiousity. "You could offer a paying customer a drink." Pulling some cash from her leather jacket, a sharp, manicured nail slides the generous offering of bills ( courtesy of the nights earlier dinner ) toward him with a sweetly smile. The hybrid knows a vampire may be far less fooled by her mask than a human bartender. Still, it was habit.

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"Last call was hours ago," Malakai commented, barely glancing up at the newcomer as he dried the glass in his hand with a towel. Eyes shifted to the clock then back to his work. Closing had been hours ago too. Did he forget to lock the door again? Anyways...this had to be a vampire, most people would be home already, sleeping to help put off tomorrow's hangover.

There was a soft tinkling as the glass was slid into place to hang over the bar with the rest of them, followed by a dull whirring as he used the barmaid to scrub another glass. Eyes flicked to his guest one more time than down to the three-compartment sink. Scrub, rinse, sanitize, dry. He continued, "Is there something I can do for you? Call you a cab?"