Kol pulled away from the girl, instructing her to keep dancing, his eyes still locked on Vicki. "Atta girl," he muttered, a smirk crossing over his blood-stained lips. It was easy in a darkened corner of an already dark club to hide the unnatural.
He moved closed to the other two, positioned just perfectly so that when Vicki came back up from her taste test he almost immediately caught her lips against his own. She would, hopefully, be too distracted from everything going on to pay mind to the fact that actually, yes, she had a boyfriend and instead give into desire which was so easy to spark.