Who: The Horsemen of the Apocalypse What: Family reunion at a new club. When: Friday night Where:Metamorphoses
Too eager to meet his kin again, Famine had headed out early and was enjoying a drink at the bar. Pestilence had been right. There were swarms of flashily dressed starlets and models populating the place. Every single one of them doing their best to attract attention.
The Horseman could almost taste their neediness, hear them whine 'Pay attention! Look at me, look at me! Am I not beautiful? Am I not pretty? I'll do anything. Anything.' in their heads, and smell the insecurities and doubt they exhuded.
With every second passing, that doubt grew stronger.
Smiling Famine took a sip from his drink and watched the kids that fed his power begin to fray at the ends.