"Hey, so, I heard vampires are a thing now." Reginald grinned, stepping in front of a young woman, and leaning nonchalantly against the wall.
"Ehm, I don't like, know you, so if you could just..." She said, side-stepping to continue on her way, but was quickly cut off by Reginald.
"Oh, come on, just give me a chance!" He said, quickly dropping the cool act, but at the same time resisting the urge to drop to his knees.
"Look, old man, you're like fifty, or something, and like I said, I don't...know you, so if you don't leave me alone, I'm going to like, scream." She rolled her eyes, once more side-stepping, this time continuing on her way. Reginald whined, giving in, and falling to his knees. He hugged himself, shaking his head.
"I thought vampires were a thing!" He said, blinking back tears. He stood up, not bothering to brush himself off, as he sulkily made his way back into the building. The mustached door man pushed on the golden bar, opening the door for him.
"Everything all right, then, Reggy?" He asked, in a slight Scottish accent. Reginald made a small weepy mumbling noise, and shook his head.
"I'd rather not talk about it, Seamus." He said, his head hanging low, as he dragged his feet. He stumbled over to the elevator. He stepped in, pushing some buttons. A few floors later, it dinged, and he stepped out. He looked around, noticing a young couple laughing, as they walked into their room. He shook his head again, his old, grey eyes shiny with un-shed tears. He opened his door, walking in, and flopping himself onto his bed. He let a few tears trickle into his pillow, before turning his head to the side. He found himself staring into his eyes. He blinked, his eyes widening, flinching slightly, before closing his eyes.
"Reginald! You old fool, it's just the mirror!" He thought to himself. He slowly opened his eyes again, and sat up. He looked over himself. His face was old, and grey, although surprisingly smooth. He lifted his wrinkled hand to his face, running it over his cheek.
"I don't get it...I thought vampires are cool! Why does nobody like me?" His eyes slowly drifted from his reflection to his bedside table. Laying, well read, and dog eared, was his copy of Twilight. The cover showed a pale, young looking vampire. He reached his hand out, gently picking it up, and running his thumb over the cover.
"Oh, Edward, tell me your secrets!" Now, you'll have to excuse Reggy. You'd find it hard to make things connect at his age too. Things take time. It just so happened that time was right then.
"Oh, God, Reginald! You're such a nincompoop! He's beautiful, and you're...you're...hideous!" His eyes turned from the cover, back to the mirror, sighing. It was only part true, he wasn't hideous, but he most certainly was not good looking. He stood up, slowly, loud cracks, and pops coming from every single bone.
