– must be love on the brain !

She often lingered by the door until she found her next catch, or at least somewhere where she could see the door. It made it easier for her to make sure she had an idea of who came in and out, something that was important to her. After all, if you were to cause chaos, it was important to know the comings and goings of those around you. At least, that's what she told herself, that she'd leave her perch and find a good time as soon as one presented itself. Sometimes, it took her only a few minutes to find someone, other times it took her longer. The bartender knew her game, and she had been coming here almost since it opened. Today, she was a little further away than usual, located at the bar, but she still was watching on and off.

She was ordering a drink when her eyes drifted to the door again. She watched two individuals walk in that she hadn't seen before, and delight found in her eyes. They were new to this place, and that felt rare. How very interesting.

"Make it a double, cherie," she called to him with a wink. "I think fun just arrived." The bartender nodded to her, and she placed the bill on the table. When he handed it to her, she threw it back. Alcohol didn't really affect her - but you know, that's what happened when you didn't really have what could be traditionally considered blood. She blinked, before standing. "Thank you, cherie."

She then closed the distance to the door, a smile on her lips. "You're new here, mmm? I haven't seen you around."

"Mmm, odd we've never crossed paths," she replied with a tilt of her head. Were humans often slipping under her radar? Perhaps she'd have to start paying better attention; after all, she didn't want to miss a good snack simply because she wasn't paying enough attention. "But, that's neither here nor there." She let out a chuckle, before tucking a strand of her hair that had fallen out from behind her ear.

"You could say I'm a regular." If humans, or vampires, could purr, she would have purred the words out to the woman. It was part of her charm, the fact that behind every word there was a hint of temptation, a flicker of seduction deep within her tone. She hadn't always been like that; when she had just been turned, Marcelyne was much less interested in having a conversation with those that she intended take to her place for dinner. After twenty years of that game, the quick one two punch, she had learned that there were more... interesting ways to find a meal, and in the subsequent hundred years, she'd tried to perfect her trade. "I'm Marcelyne," she then introduced after a moment.

She put her finger to her chin, focusing back on what what she had actually said. "Reccommendations, mmm," she murmured, before glancing at the bar. "I'll be right back," she expressed, disappearing to the bar. This was another old trick; pay for their alcohol. Of course, she didn't much plan on taking either home - despite their mouthwatering scents, she'd have to find a reason for both of them to come back as to not draw suspicion. The man had announced they were siblings, which meant that if she sucked one of them dry without the other, she was going to have some sort of conflict. Still, her habits would die hard, and money was of no concern for the vixen. Unlike others of her time period, Bedwell had already amassed a critical amount of wealth. Money made things more fun, after all.

She came back with three drinks in her hands. "A Mary Pickford for you," she passed to the woman, "and a gin on the rocks for you. I would have bought you a cocktail, but you know men these days, I'm never sure how they'll react" She looked a little appologetic, but offered him a wink all the same. "I told Randy to make it from the top shelf, but he can be a little picky about what he gives me." Her lips twitched into a sly smile, before she took a sip of the remaining drink, a Mary Pickford of her own.

"What brings the two of you to a slimy place like this, cherie?" She asked, not aiming the question at either in particular.

"Oh, right, hmmm. I probably should have introduced myself properly before I got you a drink, hmm?" She let out a chuckle that was met with a soft smile, although it didn't reach her eyes. Normally a mid-tone greenish hue, they had grown darker every day since she had last eaten. She didn't understand it much, nor was she sure that it was something that happened to other vampires. She just knew that whenever she went too long without eating, she lost her ability to keep the darkness that lurked just below the surface from her eyes. "My name is Marcelyne, but you may also call me Marce if that's easier."

Many would have offered to shake a hand after meeting, but if there was one thing she detested, it was touching her meals before it was dinner time. It was a clear give away that something wasn't right with her, after all. If you even brushed her fingers, it would be impossible to ignore how brutally cold she was. That just came with being undead; it was hard to have good blood circulation when you had no blood circulation.

Instead, she merely tilted her head slightly, a tell that suggested that she was thinking. "That's the nice thing about this place. Although it certainly has gotten bigger," in part due to her own hand, as she had to ensure there were more indiviudals than the regulars that came in as to not draw suspicion when she sucked dry every inhabitant, "the piggies tend to stay few and far between." That had been the original reason she'd settled on this bar out of them all, or at least, that was the front for it. Of course, the real reason was that this was the bar owned by the one and only Randall Ellsworth. She had met him nearly seventy years prior, and the two had very similar goals. He also had friends in high places, which meant that Marcelyne often knew exactly when the bar was to be raided, which also meant that she was free to be more ... reckless than she might be if the police could knock at any time.

She took another sip of her drink, mostly to give herself a chance to think. How could she answer this question properly? "I know this may sound strange," she replied, "but the finger food here is absolutely divine." She let out a chuckle. It wasn't a lie; she came here almost exclusively to find dinner. What kind of dinner, Rhiannon and Hywell needn't know. "I've also known Randy for a long time, the greedy bastard, and when I heard he was opening this place up, I just had to be its first patron. I've been here at least every Friday night since."

Finger food meant something specifically different when you didn't eat real food, which, although Marcelyne technically could, she often chose not to. Her eyes glinted mischievously, before shrugging. "Hey, what can I say, sometimes you just have to go where the picking is easy." She laughed softly, running a finger through the part of her hair that was left down. "I'm sure Randy doesn't mind, though. He knows his clientele maybe just a little too well." She hadn't asked him about how the soul saving was doing lately, but if she was any implication on the rest of his performance, she was sure that it wasn't going too well.

"As for me, this crowd is how I like them. There's something... so fascinatingly simple about the minds of those who frequent places like this. I guess that happens when you're the kind of people that no one would notice if you'd disappear. Frankly, that's the best kind of person: the kind that's willing to act as if it's their last hurrah knowing fully well no one will come looking for the body. They're a rough, albeit amusing, sort." Really, they were just easy. Although she'd much prefer the taste of blood that wasn't tarnished by alcohol, it gave it a slightly off taste, it was easier to lurk in the shadows and prey on the inhabitants that lived there than it was to find virgin blood. Plus, kept the pigs off her trail.

It was then that the man from behind the bar came up to her. He whispered something into her ear, and she thoughtfully nodded in response as if he had given her the secret of life. After he was done, her lips pursed slightly. "Looks like our fun here is over. Thank you, Randall," she then spoke, before finishing her drink. She then looked back to the two that she'd been speaking too. She was slightly disappointed in the turn of events; had she had more time, she was sure she could have separated at least one of them if she needed to. But, maybe having a back up body wasn't the worst. Her freezer was a bit empty, and the sound proof room that she kept her victims in until she was hungry was vacant. She tipped her head to the side, before turning her frown into a smile. If nothing else, the night would be fun.

"Looks like the good ol' 9-0 is on their way. It'd be a shame if the night ended so early, mm?" Marcelyne paused to inhale slightly, the warm aromatic scent of the duo filling her nose. Her eyes darkened slightly with hunger, but the smile stayed on her face. "If you're interested in an after party, I've got a place just a short taxi ride away from here, and I'm sure after a few calls, it could be quite the event?"