Melanie let the music take over her body. It certainly helped with the mood she had been in lately. She was already buzzing off the drinks she downed. Deliah had found herself a man to grind on and probably go home with, so Melanie excuses herself and went to use the restroom. After doing her business and freshening up, she went back out to the club scene and pushed herself through the thronf of people go the back bar. Only a few people were sitting around. A middle aged couple huded close together, his hand running up her bare legg, another man with a pudgy waist drinking a bottle of Bud Light, eyes watching the hockey game playing on TV, and than two men in conversations. One really caught her eyes. He had dark hair and looked... [I]mysterious[/I]. Tall, dark and brooding, and handsome. Very handsome.

She looked away and called the bartender over, a young dark curly haired woman with thin lips and full, pouty lips. She had in black high waist shorts and a tight white crop top. "What can I get ya, hun" She asked, a slight Australian accent in her voice. Melanie ordered a rum and coke and waited for her srknk, lightly sipping on it when it was served to her.

She looked back towards the dance floor. Deliah was still out there dancing and grinding to the music with the man she just met. No doubt about it, they'd be going home together for a passionate night. Sighing, she turned back to her drink.

Being alone sucked sometimes.

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Christopher looked up from his drink when greeyed by an old friend. "James." He said cooly. He finished up his drink and snorted at James' comment about him killing. "It's in our nature, old friend. I just like go stay in my vampiric roots, and you know human blood keeps us going, keeps us alive and strong." He said and patted James' shoulder. "The blond seems right up your alley. Until next time, friend." Chris said as he went to leave.

The club wasn't really the scene for Christopher. He left just as soon as he entered. None of the pumping blood appealed to him. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and decided to take a stroll through town, maybe go to the back for a serene and peaceful night. He began to walk, the moon shining high in the sky, casting a pale and illuminated light down on the world, or half the world anyways.

He was walking through the park when his kene sense of smell picked up something- was that... Marijuana? He slowly walked towards the scent and stopped by a large tree. By his left foot was a burnt out joint. He glanced up and could make a small frame through the tree branches, he moved so he could make the figure out better.

"Hey, what are you doing up there?" Chris called out, wondering who the person was. Her scent exhilarated him, it was.. Familiar, but forgein to him as well.