You can change what you do, but you can’t change what you want.
While Adrian understood that these things were all part of 'pretending to be human', it didn't necessarily mean he agreed with them. In fact, right now, standing next to the bar and glancing over the room, he couldn't help but to feel incredibly bored.
He'd been invited - or rather, forced, to attend some middle class gallery opening for some up and coming human artist or another he didn't care to remember the name of. Having lived for as long as he had, he'd seen artists of all form rise and fall, and it seemed, for most of the human race, it all ended the same way.
Either the human developed some kind of mental illness and cut off their own ear, they became alcoholics who desperately tried to cling to their former fame and glory - or they became social justice warriors, trying to force some agenda down young people's throats. It was rather... Dull.
Lifting the glass of wine to his lips, he smelled the perfumed liquor and let it swirl around and around in the glass. While it wasn't impossible for his kind to consume alcoholic beverages, Adrian much preferred that they came through the art of sucking blood, rather than drinking it in its entirety.
Turning his attention to the person next to him, but not moving his eyes away from the artwork before him, Adrian spoke, his tone dull, "I bet you a hundred dollars that we could go down to the art school and find someone who has more talent in their middle finger than this fool has in their entire body."
He'd been invited - or rather, forced, to attend some middle class gallery opening for some up and coming human artist or another he didn't care to remember the name of. Having lived for as long as he had, he'd seen artists of all form rise and fall, and it seemed, for most of the human race, it all ended the same way.
Either the human developed some kind of mental illness and cut off their own ear, they became alcoholics who desperately tried to cling to their former fame and glory - or they became social justice warriors, trying to force some agenda down young people's throats. It was rather... Dull.
Lifting the glass of wine to his lips, he smelled the perfumed liquor and let it swirl around and around in the glass. While it wasn't impossible for his kind to consume alcoholic beverages, Adrian much preferred that they came through the art of sucking blood, rather than drinking it in its entirety.
Turning his attention to the person next to him, but not moving his eyes away from the artwork before him, Adrian spoke, his tone dull, "I bet you a hundred dollars that we could go down to the art school and find someone who has more talent in their middle finger than this fool has in their entire body."