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good. Heard about what happened at the bar last night. You all right, man?
I mean, a vampire, damn.”
“I…I’m all right. I guess.” Well, what the hell was I supposed to say? There’s some
unspoken rule of society that you always have to say that you’re fine whenever anyone
asks.
“All right, well, if you need anything, you give me a call.”
“Yea, sure man. Later.” I hung up, and went back to waiting silently. I was just one
of a few dozen waiting in line. I don’t do clubs for this reason. Give me a nice bar
any day. After about twenty minutes of waiting, I was ready to leave.
Then I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around to face the source.
It was one of the bouncers, a heavy-set man of indeterminate age. He was shorter than
me, but he was definitely bigger. “You’re in.” He said in a gruff monotone.
“Excuse me?” I asked. Yes, that was what you were supposed to do. Look the gift horse
in the mouth, count its teeth, make sure it's not a vampire.
“You’re in.” He repeated, and started to walk towards the front. I followed, a little
surprised.
One person in line, a guy with a goth blond hanging off his arm, protested. “Hey,
why does he get to go in? We’ve been waiting out here forever!”
“He was invited,” said the bouncer.
The first thought that ran through my head was, succinctly, “oh, crap.” Who knew me
here? Why did I get to go in? Had I attracted attention? What if Darius was in there,
looking to finish the job that he’d tried to start last night? That would not be good,
in the understatement of the year.
The inside of the club was loud. A loud, rap number with heavy bass filled the dance
floor. Dozens of bodies were grinding and slamming against each other. Each dancer
seemed as lewd and careless as the next. People of various ethnicities, all dressed
to their nines of skimpy and alluring clothes. I felt out of place, in my t-shirt
and jeans. I hadn’t thought of looking like vampire bait tonight.
The Last Drop was bigger than it looked. I had taken a few stairs down to get to the
entrance to the club, which occupy to inhabit the entire two-story building. A large
dance floor inhabited the center of the club, with booths lining the walls. To the
right was a bar, easily twice the size of the one at McLellan’s, with two bartenders
working at breakneck speed. I wasn't too shabby when it came to making drinks, but
they were damn good.
I felt a little lost in the club. I’d been invited, but no one had come to see me
in besides the bouncer. That person was obviously interested in me, in some way, shape,
or form, and it would have been pretty rude to just go off without introducing myself.
Ah, the wonders of having a country upbringing.
But I couldn’t just stand in the doorway. So, I decided to venture out into the club.
I headed towards the bar and ordered a beer from a bartender with a face way too pale
to be alive.
I’d just found myself a stool to sit on when a woman approached me. She was dressed
in a black dress, exposing long dusky limbs. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and
it took me a moment to pull my eyes away. The rest of her was hardly horrific to look
at. Curves in just the right proportions filled her slinky dress. She had dark hair
that tumbled down to her shoulders, and big, dark eyes.
“You know,” She started, her voice a soft purr. “Pretty little morsels like yourself
should not just be left to wander around unattended.”
I felt a little uncomfortable at that moment. I hate being sized up like she was doing.
“I’m not food.”
“Oh, but the smell.” She said, and leaned closer to me. She inhaled from where I’d
been bit. “It’s fresh, but healed. Fascinating.”
“I wasn’t aware I was a lab rat to study.” I remarked, resisting the urge to roll
my eyes.
“Not a lab rat, but an anomaly, for sure.” She remarked. “You wonder how you got in,
I mean, a vampire, damn.”
“I…I’m all right. I guess.” Well, what the hell was I supposed to say? There’s some
unspoken rule of society that you always have to say that you’re fine whenever anyone
asks.
“All right, well, if you need anything, you give me a call.”
“Yea, sure man. Later.” I hung up, and went back to waiting silently. I was just one
of a few dozen waiting in line. I don’t do clubs for this reason. Give me a nice bar
any day. After about twenty minutes of waiting, I was ready to leave.
Then I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around to face the source.
It was one of the bouncers, a heavy-set man of indeterminate age. He was shorter than
me, but he was definitely bigger. “You’re in.” He said in a gruff monotone.
“Excuse me?” I asked. Yes, that was what you were supposed to do. Look the gift horse
in the mouth, count its teeth, make sure it's not a vampire.
“You’re in.” He repeated, and started to walk towards the front. I followed, a little
surprised.
One person in line, a guy with a goth blond hanging off his arm, protested. “Hey,
why does he get to go in? We’ve been waiting out here forever!”
“He was invited,” said the bouncer.
The first thought that ran through my head was, succinctly, “oh, crap.” Who knew me
here? Why did I get to go in? Had I attracted attention? What if Darius was in there,
looking to finish the job that he’d tried to start last night? That would not be good,
in the understatement of the year.
The inside of the club was loud. A loud, rap number with heavy bass filled the dance
floor. Dozens of bodies were grinding and slamming against each other. Each dancer
seemed as lewd and careless as the next. People of various ethnicities, all dressed
to their nines of skimpy and alluring clothes. I felt out of place, in my t-shirt
and jeans. I hadn’t thought of looking like vampire bait tonight.
The Last Drop was bigger than it looked. I had taken a few stairs down to get to the
entrance to the club, which occupy to inhabit the entire two-story building. A large
dance floor inhabited the center of the club, with booths lining the walls. To the
right was a bar, easily twice the size of the one at McLellan’s, with two bartenders
working at breakneck speed. I wasn't too shabby when it came to making drinks, but
they were damn good.
I felt a little lost in the club. I’d been invited, but no one had come to see me
in besides the bouncer. That person was obviously interested in me, in some way, shape,
or form, and it would have been pretty rude to just go off without introducing myself.
Ah, the wonders of having a country upbringing.
But I couldn’t just stand in the doorway. So, I decided to venture out into the club.
I headed towards the bar and ordered a beer from a bartender with a face way too pale
to be alive.
I’d just found myself a stool to sit on when a woman approached me. She was dressed
in a black dress, exposing long dusky limbs. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and
it took me a moment to pull my eyes away. The rest of her was hardly horrific to look
at. Curves in just the right proportions filled her slinky dress. She had dark hair
that tumbled down to her shoulders, and big, dark eyes.
“You know,” She started, her voice a soft purr. “Pretty little morsels like yourself
should not just be left to wander around unattended.”
I felt a little uncomfortable at that moment. I hate being sized up like she was doing.
“I’m not food.”
“Oh, but the smell.” She said, and leaned closer to me. She inhaled from where I’d
been bit. “It’s fresh, but healed. Fascinating.”
“I wasn’t aware I was a lab rat to study.” I remarked, resisting the urge to roll
my eyes.
“Not a lab rat, but an anomaly, for sure.” She remarked. “You wonder how you got in,
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