[ Haven is one of the few places on Earth that Rook finds himself gravitating towards when he finds himself not wanting to be alone but not really wanting company. Usually, he would try for museums, libraries in big cities, but sometimes-- sometimes you needed a club that accepted all kinds and asked no questions. Places where his eyes flaring gold-bright with the pulses of lust and want, aren't questioned or looked at beyond an appreciative glance.
Places where Rook could drape along bar tops or in booth seating in his usual absurd attire and not worry about being mistaken for a stripper.
Well, no, he was still mistaken for that but it was easier to deal with in Haven.
There was a thrum in his bones, an itch under his skin, that made him feel restless and on edge with no real understanding as to why. This is why the demon has made his way to the familiar place, has him making his way to the bar before draping himself in a chair to rest against the bar top, eyes turned to the bartender pleadingly. (Pouting, Rook is flat out pouting at this point and he will deny it if you call him on it but that is one hundred percent what he is doing.)
He isn't here for a drink, he honestly just wants attention. ]
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Places where Rook could drape along bar tops or in booth seating in his usual absurd attire and not worry about being mistaken for a stripper.
Well, no, he was still mistaken for that but it was easier to deal with in Haven.
There was a thrum in his bones, an itch under his skin, that made him feel restless and on edge with no real understanding as to why. This is why the demon has made his way to the familiar place, has him making his way to the bar before draping himself in a chair to rest against the bar top, eyes turned to the bartender pleadingly. (Pouting, Rook is flat out pouting at this point and he will deny it if you call him on it but that is one hundred percent what he is doing.)
He isn't here for a drink, he honestly just wants attention. ]
Working all night?