Derek grabbed a glass of something amber-hued from the table, tipped it down his throat. Whiskey. Not his thing, but it helped wake up the senses that were previously dulled by the weed he had smoked before getting to the club. The vampire didn't really get high anymore, but it was a habit by now and helped take some of the edge off the daily sensory overload.
"I'm Gabe," the blond half-shouted over thumping bass. "What's your name?"
Derek shook his head, smiling, licking the residue of whiskey from his lips. "Does it matter?"
Gabe smirked, leaning closer, his body heat like a radiator in contrast to the vampire's cool skin. "Nope."
"Let's do a change of venue," Derek countered. He glanced at Wren. "My friend and I know a place. It's password only, you know, exclusive. Great party favors." He stood, towering over the group, and nodded toward the fire door. "Who's interested?"