In the shadows of night Who: Lazarus and OPEN! Where: A Martini Lounge in Ann Arbor When: Evening
Thirsty Thursday they called it in midwestern America for some reason. How repugnant and utterly common. He wasn't particularly fond of or impressed by the Michigan bar scene. Sometimes it made him long for Europe and the upper class. Especially when Lazarus took into account how modern young women put themselves up on display. It was almost too easy. He far preferred a challenge.
This was why he wasn't prowling the usual bar and club scene for the strumpets that wandered about with their underthings showing and leaving very little to the imagination. They were begging for it. What challenge was there in that? No, instead he was at a clean, classy lounge with plush seating and only served martinis, wine and top shelf spirits. Here he would hopefully find a challenge.
Lazarus always liked the confident ones. Those that were certain that they were making something of themselves and didn't need or want a man to support them. Those that didn't go out looking for some evening's entertainment only to skulk out of bed in the wee hours of morning, hung over and embarrassed. This Incubus wanted a woman he could break: mind, body and spirit.
He swirled the amber liquid in his glass and surveyed the room for any potentials. Tonight would not be in vain.