Off to the bar

[burnburnburn]

Who: Dilandau Albatou, Ellen Harville
Where: The bar
When: Evening of 93
Why: Foreign measurements are hard to grasp. Thankfully, Ellen has the tools


Normally, Dilandau would never have entertained the idea of swapping blood with a vampire. It sounded like a messy, nauseous and dangerous proposition. However, given the conditions they were living in, he felt far too vulnerable to remain too injured to even hunt for nearly another Moon. Better to take a risk at getting better than to endure the certainty of a slow healing.

However, Mina had asked for the payment in pints. He'd seen pint glasses in the bar, so knew it was a volume measurement, but he had only the faintest grasp on how large they actually were. This was one of the things he hated about living among all these otherworldly demons, their insistence on using senseless measurements for length and weight and time (seriously, feet? Or worse, minutes? Miets were a far easier to estimate than that stupid unit).

He'd talked her into considering taking her payment in instalments, at least until he knew for sure how much he was meant to provide, It seemed smart to him to know exactly what he was giving. True smartness would have been asking if that was the full price of her offer, but he was too intent on being healed.

And that was why he made a beeline for the bar as soon as he headed through the doors, intent on 'borrowing' a few glasses.