Alistair grinned and passed the flask back to Trixy – not fooled for a moment by her innocent facade – as they walked in through the doors of Tortuga. He was not particularly fond of the establishment given that he preferred to drink at home in the presence of friends rather than strangers; however, that it was his long-time companion Maria's favourite haunt and that of many other vampires in his clan made him willing to go there.

As it was, the small group of vampires walked in while Maria was singing, a bit like a siren. Alistair waved lethargically in greeting, hoping she saw as he walked around and over to where a very lonely member of Clan Blackmoore was sitting, Emilia. He reckoned she was enjoying the music as much as he was. Her table had the added bonus of being one of the more isolated ones, far enough away from the humans so he didn't tease himself with the promise of blood.

“It's not unusual for someone to go to a club alone,” he said to the girl. “We're going to be having a bit of fun soon. Care to join us?” Alistair tilted his head in the direction of Trixy and Alexander.