Kochou and Miss Arab
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Shades of purple dusted across the sky as the sun set leaving the glow from the city to replace its orange rays. It was an old and familiar scene that played out before Victor as he stood on the balcony overlooking the newest addition to the city’s night life. Opening Club Night, a haven for the mortal teens, had not been his idea but he had been out ranked on the decision. As a result what had use to be the old warehouse that sat bellow his daytime home was painted black and decorated with black lights, chains hanging down the walls, and a rather interesting make sift stage was set up in a father corner. The floor had been painted a deep red and a bar installed to serve the of age patrons.
In all he would have to agree that it had a short of attraction to it. Victor had never really been an overly social person even in life he had kept to himself mostly. Now he was about to get dressed to go down and mingle with humans just to keep a club open. Amber, the little 100 year old vampire, had set out a pair of tailored black pants and a black button down shirt. Another new thing for him to night.
*time skip*
The club was in full swing, the smell of sweat assaulted his nose, flashing strobe lights made it hard for even his eyes to adjust, and the bass was like a physical force against his chest. He had spotted a few members of his coven among the crowed of dancing humans. Several girls, both human and vampire alike, had already tried to corner him into dancing which he had managed to distract before making his escape. In his time one did not dance that close to their partner and he had never gotten the hang of this style of movement. From his current spot at the bar he could watch not only the dance floor but also the door. When the bouncer let in another group of patrons Victor entertained the idea that this night might actually turn out to be worth something after all.
(( sorry it's so blah, I had a paper to write and it sucked up all my creative juice))
