Kris manuevered his way through the gyrating mass of bodies, occasionally slipping into dancing to make his way through. All the while his eyes searched for anything out of the norm, anyone who remotely gave the idea of being different. Unfortunately this wasn't working. Too many people were different, too many different smells, and possible tastes (not like he would know).

He raised his arms above his head, stretching slightly. The movement caught the attention of a dancer, one who immediately pushed herself close and began some kind of bump and grind. The hunter easily danced along, gradually moving her and him towards the bar. Once he reached the end of the dancefloor, she seperated herself and he was free to speak with a bartender.

Kris lifted his head slightly in a jerking motion, the bartender sliding up to the bar. "How you been Kris?" The voice was raised so it could be heard over the pumping music.

"Been better," he gave a charming smile. "Have you seen anything odd tonight? I'm having a hard time doing my job."

The bartender nodded and gave a quick glance around. "Not much. There was a fight earlier over some college student." He gave a small smile. "Sorry, maybe try the other club across the street?"

Kris shook his head. "Nah, I think I'll stay here." The hunter pulled out his wallet, "Give me a Jamacian Zombie and I'll be out of your hair." He gave the bartender the necessary amount and leaned against the bar, his eyes searching once more. He found his gaze resting on a group of three females, odd in the fact none were dancing and none appeared to have dates. Kris tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. He probably should watch them.