Despite Andrei's longevity, he wasn't really used to big cities. He had lived in a rural mountainous area in Serbia, and after that, he had come to New Orleans. New Orleans had felt huge, but it was nothing compared to Chicago. The city was teeming with life, especially given the summer heat. Cars, people, and everything that entailed, the good, the bad and the smells. The city smelled of motor oil and sweat. New Orleans had been wet, hot and lazy in the summer, whereas Chicago was dry, hot and bustling. Here, the people didn't seem to care about the weather.
Andrei liked Rob. Rob was simple, in the best possible way. Rob liked food, Rob liked girls, Rob liked to drink. Andrei could understand all those urges. Leon and Ben were more complicated, as was James. They liked to see problems. Rob didn't.
They were trouble in the making, but hey! A vampire and a giant, what'd you expect?
Andrei shrugged at Rob's remark, grinning. "I could eat." He'd eaten before leaving the Academy, of course, and he'd gotten a lecture from Ms. Menides about eating on the road. He'd gotten some addresses as well, to slaughterhouses and vamp-friendly establishments. Fuck that. He'd gotten a bit in Buffalo, too, so he wasn't exactly peckish. But a vampire? A vampire could always eat.
He followed the heavy beat of some dance track into a large club that seemed to have black as his favorite color. In the half-light, sweaty people were dancing. Andrei's grin widened. "We'll find you someone to fuck, no worries. Never knew you liked to watch, tho."