The Lunatic Cafe

Hannibal King was on his way to enjoy himself a little Sweet and Sour Cat. It had become a ritual of his and the one who looked explicitly better in heels than himself to eat out. Remind themselves why they were doing all this bullshit. Sometimes if you spent to much time seeing the bad, you forgot there was any good left in the world.

However, not everything ended like you expected. Stopping in his tracks, he immediately realized his surroundings were unfamiliar, "Doesn't that figure."

The foul mouthed little fucker was about to demand what the fuck was going on when his eyes came across some papers near the entrance.

"Oh perfect. A pamphlet. If only vampires came with these," he commented, giving it a once over.

He wasn't going to relax yet. You never know when things that go bump in the night wanted to turn you into a snack. It really was a shame though. He was looking forward to that damn dinner.

Taking a seat, he took a closer look at the data in the pamphlet. Maybe then something would make sense. For a minute at least.