Forest
People were watching.
Not many, maybe a handful at best, but there were a few people watching Forest and Marcus's display. A couple were even snapping pictures with their cell phones. Forest distantly heard the electronic mimicry of camera shutters as Marcus rubbed against her.
She felt a draft on her rear as he lifted her skirt as his length rubbed against her slit while his lips kissed her neck.
A shiver passed through her. She felt things tighten with want inside of her. Because she had fed recently, she was warm to Marcus's touch, and the lust currently coating him was also warm.
"Oh, Lucky because you like them too? Would you leave if you didn't?" Forest asked with a moan.
Gabriel
Gabriel had stepped into The Hoary Head pub for a bit of a drink.
He really had nothing else to do, and he could only pester his Godmother for her own good so much before she would blow up. He had the night off so he figured he could either look for some female companionship, spy on some unsavory types to get information to sell against them, or drink.
Or some combination of all three.
The Irish "themed" pub was so stereotypically Irish that it made a real Irishman like him groan. Still they had a good selection of beer on tap and Scotch. So he sat down at the bar and ordered his first drink of the night, a Scotch Sour.
Liquor before beer, you're in the clear, beer before liquor you've never been sicker, he thought as he looked around.