Duke
Duke watched as the guy with white hair dressed in red with a guitar case strapped to his back and sat next to the Asian girl with the fascinating tastes in cocktails. Guy looks like trouble, Duke thought to himself. He was a bartender at a supernatural bar and not normal himself; he had a good danger sense and bullshit meter. Guy pinged both.
And of course he's a pretty boy, Duke thought as the guy asked, "I'd like to start a tab. Aside from that, a strawberry sundae."
"I need a credit card for you to start a tab, son," Duke said with raised eyebrows as he rested his hands on the bar.
Rin
Rin almost called out for Archer when the tall, broad shouldered guy in a red duster with white hair walked down the steps. Other than the white hair and red coat, the similarities ended. Despite the bronze skin, gray eyes, and white hair, Archer still looked very Japanese. This guy was Caucasian and had a face that should have adorned a marble statue by some master artist and his eyes were icy blue.
And he ordered a strawberry sundae.
She smiled despite herself and moved to make a comment when Petra asked, "Can you explain to her, Tohsaka? You've been here longer."
Rin looked at the tall young woman sitting there and took a sip of her cocktail. "I only got here last night, but here goes. From what I've gathered, this is a 'nexus between worlds'. Things and people from various world lines and realities get sucked here and can't leave. So think of it as a multi-dimensional roach motel."
Corbin
Corbin said, "Oh, well if I'm a pervert, you're a tart. And you're bloody eager to fight us. Why so, Little Bit?"
Please do not be some crazy child of the damned or like that episode of The Twilight Zone . . .
Gabriel
Gabriel could taste the sweet, tart and smokey flavors of the Scotch Sour still on Emily's lips as he kissed her slowly at first, brushing his lips against hers. Her moan quivered against his lips as he ran a hand through that gorgeous hair of hers. He teased and lightly tasted her, not demanding entrance, but just enjoying the kiss.
He pulled away with a smirk and asked, "Now what were you saying?"
Forest
"I mean, I think there's nothing wrong with nudity but . . . you know, those authorities," Forest replied with a chuckle. She then tilted her head and asked, "So . . . the cold doesn't bother you?"
It was a very valid question, Forest reasoned. After all he wasn't having a problem holding her hand after all.
"Because the cold can really bother me," she said in a soft voice with a snort.