Third person POV
To say Ian was shocked beyond belief was an understatement. He'd just finished his rounds for the night, and had stopped at the little club to grab a couple of beers before he went home. He had just been about to go sit alone at the bar when in walked three people that caught the attention of everyone in the club instantly and effortlessly. So when Ian had stood on the crosspiece of the bar stool to see who had muted the noise from the club, he had been shocked beyond belief to see that it was Adam holding a pale, graceful blonde haired woman to his side, completely ignoring the cheerful younger girl who walked on his other side. All three wore glasses and gloves, and radiated a strangely imposing air, almost as if they were royalty. The club soon returned to their previous activities, and Ian made his way through the crowd over to meet them as the younger girl pulled them over to a booth.
"Adam!" he called, hoping to catch his attention. Adam was like the cool kid who refused to speak to anyone but was secretly worshiped, and Ian couldn't help but feel honored that he was not quite, but almost his friend.
Adam stiffened in shock at hearing Ian's voice, and he quickly pulled the pale blonde into the nearest booth. Both women however seemed interested, and turned to watch as he approached.
"Adam, hey. I almost didn't recognize you and all, because of how you never leave your house and all that. What, what are you doing here?"
Adam seemed to shrink into his seat, and he pulled the pale blonde to perch on his lap, burying his face in her jacket.
"Oh my God Adam! Is this a friend?" the younger asked, drawing out the last word.
"Adam", the older woman spoke, and Ian was surprised by her cultured accent. "Would you like to introduce us to this young man?"
Adam turned to face Ian, and despite the glasses Ian knew he was silently murdering him. He wouldn't be surprised if Adam had gotten dragged out, and Ian guessed his appearance wasn't very welcome.
"Oh, no it's okay. I'll just get going and leave you to do... whatever it is".
"Nonsense", said the woman, as the younger caught the sleeve of Ian's jacket when he started to move away.
"This is Ian. He's a zombie, but at least he isn't shit like the others". Ian never really got why Adam called people zombies. "Ian, this is Eve, and Ava's the one who needs to let go".
Adam's reaction as he introduced the two women were vastly different. With Eve, Adam's arm slid around her waist and pulled her tightly to him in a protective manner. Adam practically spat out Ava's name though, show in more emotion than Ian had ever seen from him.
"Well it's wonderful to meet you Ian" Eve said, including her head towards him and smiling lightly. She held out a hand to shake his, and as he shook it be noticed her bracelet. It was a tan, faded and worn cord, and strung on it was a black skull. Ian remembered seeing Adam's necklace, and quietly wondered how important this woman was. Ian felt awkward as the table fell into silence, and he sipped his beer as his three deathly pale companions stared off into space. Eve then spoke to Adam, and Ian pretended to ignore them as he eavesdropped.
"Adam, who is he?"
"A zombie I get to pick up stuff for me. I've kept him quiet with a contract."
"And there's been no incidents...?"
"Don't worry. Paris was all Ava's fault. Ian's safe".
He was quickly proven wrong however when Adam lifted his head off Eve's chest to kiss her.
