WHO: Cian & Open to several WHEN: August 19th WHERE: Blue Velvet WHAT: Cian drank from the wrong person WARNINGS: Mentions of drug use
New York had not been what he'd expected, but it wasn't all bad. Things had happened, hunters being discovered, kindred being attacked, news skewed or out in the open for moments before being ripped down. After the second attack, Cian thought about skipping town, his brother under his arm, but there was something keeping him held down here. Mostly? He thought it was his boredom. If he went back to his little house in the country, with no jobs lined up, just to stay? He'd walk out into the sun. Maybe. Depended on his mood? Oh, yes. Logic would hold him inside but his habit of becoming bored faster than he could snap his fingers would push him out.
Tonight, he had just planned on going out, feeding just as carefully as usual, and going back home. Too bad that had to be ruined. Instead, there was a sharp taste of chemicals in the girl's blood. Blood normally didn't taste like that - he knew that, right? But he drank anyway, already too late to pull back. The beast was swallowing when it should have pulled away and Cian wasn't going to deny him that. Maybe if he had taken better care of his humanity but now wasn't the time to worry about that. Now, it was time to worry about not taking too much and letting her go, after. Oh, but she tasted good?
He wanted to dance. He wanted to touch things and be touched. He wanted to party like the sun would never come. Where did he, a vampire, with do that? A club... What was that one he'd heard mentioned? Blue Velvet. Tristian worked there - he could say hello after he danced some. If he was there. A small little laugh left his lips and it was all he could do not to just sit there and touch them. Would dark jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket be enough to be let in? Were there dress codes at these places? He could ask the girl he'd drank from but she was still in a trance like state, swaying next to him like the breeze would knock her over.
The pressure of the music might just do the same to him, if he weren't careful. This club was unlike anything he'd ever been in before, even without the aid of ecstasy in his veins.