"I am sick, you see," Isobel leaned in so close that Elijah could feel her cold and damp breath against his ear. "Won't you help a patient pass some time? We both are lonely, anyway."
"This doesn't seem like a place a patient should be," Eli replied as he casually turned toward the bar.
At least that way, he could wedge an inch between them.
Isobel leaned back, her elbow resting on the counter, though the smile on her face only widened.
"I know, right? But sometimes, you manage to find cures in the least expected places."
"Bar will only give you deafness, and... STDs."
The bartender shot Elijah an exasperated look, clearly unimpressed by his half-assed attempt at continuing the conversation.
Well, the bartender wasn't the only one. There had been many eyes on him since he had stepped inside, and now their curiosity cooled into scrutiny.
Elijah calmly took another sip of his bubbly, sweet drink, letting it fizz over his tongue.
