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There is a boy - looking to be about fourteen - standing in the doorway.

Behind black-rimmed glasses, his eyes flick over the patrons curiously. Many, many humans - many also not so human - some...

Hmm.

Harth Fray comes further in, letting the door shut behind him.

The vampire watches the bar silently.

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Harth nods.

"Andrew Wells did mention somethin' about different worlds," he says, watching Nick with some interest. "How old, if you don't mind me askin'?"

"Eight hundred."

He gives a small laugh.

"Andrew...I haven't seen him for a while."

He looks to Harth.

"Not...exactly a friend, but we've met on occasion."

Harth's eyebrows lift.

"...That's a damn long time."

He smirks.

"Yes, I should say so."

He peers at Harth.

"And yourself?"

Harth grins a little ruefully.

"I'm twenty... fourteen of them being human years."

Little vampire!

Nick laughs and pats his shoulder.

"Barely older than a fledgling!"

He smiles, but a part of him factors that in. Young. The young are so often stupid. And feeling the need to prove themselves.

"Perhaps you might talk to Mina, then. She's another of our kind, from yet another world. She's a little closer to your age, relatively."

And one of the most responsible fledglings he's ever met. A good influence, his Mina.

"I'll remember the name," Harth says with a slight smile.

Young yes, but with millenia of memories - none of them his...

Nick's not exactly unfamiliar with memories that aren't his.

"There are others, most my friends, and we're all very good about obeying the rules."

He gives Harth an understanding look.

"It's really wiser than trying anything here. The Security team is large...and they tolerate little nonsense. Besides..."

He smiles.

"There's plenty to eat without bothering anyone...and there's lots of interesting things one can do without causing trouble."

Harth grins.

"Oh, I can play nice. What is there, then? Don't want to be getting bored..."

He shrugs.

"Well, there's so many sorts of people here, it's hard to keep track, but I guarantee you you'll see something astounding or mind-boggling at least once a day. Usually twice."

He looks to Harth.

"If it involves a tutu, I recommend you run, though."

It's hard to tell if he's looking out for Harth or Meg on that one.

Harth blinks, and because he's from the 23rd century, asks,

"...What's a tutu, then?"

He grins.

"Just another one of the wonders you'll no doubt find here. I think, however, I shall let you discover that for yourself."

He tries to think.

"Do you know the rules?"

Harth nods.

"No violence, no business, no sex - don't disfigure the bar, and keep half an eye on your tab, think it was."

He nods.

"And don't accept anything from a girl with purple hair and glasses."

He winces.

"Trust me on that. You can discover tutus for yourself, but it's really for the best."

Purple hair... He had laughed when Mel had dyed hers. Heh.

"I got it. Thanks."

He smirks.

"You won't be able to really thank me till she pulls something horrendous again. Then you can thank me. If I told you how much trouble..."

He sighs and closes his eyes.

"It's not even worth the breath."

Finally he looks over to Harth.

"Are you all right on funds? And by that I mean...do you have any means with which to purchase something to eat from the bar?"

Harth tilts his head.

"Not here. Back in Haddyn, sure."

He nods.

"Feel free to put anything you might need on my tab."

He smiles.

"No strings...I just like to be helpful. And I've enough that it won't even scratch me."

Harth blinks.

"Well... thanks. S'good of you."

And... he isn't quite sure how to respond, beyond that.

He grins at Harth and pats him on the shoulder.

"Just trying to be helpful, as I said."

He stands then, with a small yawn, and smiles again at Harth.

"I think I'll be heading upstairs now, however. My fiance's probably wondering where in the hell I am."

He nods, drinking the last of his dinner before leaving the glass.

"Feel free to look me up. I'm around."

He starts towards the stairs.

"Nick Knight. Take care, Harth."

And with that, he's gone.

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