What a tiring day. You’d never expect there to be so much bureaucracy involved in vampire hunting of all things— but alas, it’s not like Simon can exactly flat out refuse to do it.

Not like anyone can blame him either for wanting to wind down with a little alcohol afterwards, right? On such nights, he prefers secluded, quiet spots where no one can possibly think of bothering him. Well… that, if his perpetual scowl is any inviting anyways. So, there he is tonight, all huddled up in a corner, waiting for his drink and trying to blink away the tiredness brought about by signing papers all day long.

That’s when his eyes fall onto one of the patrons of the pub he’s chosen. Nervous. Too nervous, actually, which makes him feel like something is off. For some reason, it makes his hackles rise.