He was flying in the ear-popping night air on his way to the Red Dragon, a place he had not visited for a great while. Kobe had grown dissatisfied. Every meal was the same. He could not find a long-term buddy. He needed a new residence, one without roaches and other pests. What makes a vampire's human side relevant? Alcohol.

The drink was engineered every time you turned around. This one was an Italian light beer, and the other one tasted like lemonade, and another one was from Russia and it was a non-alcohol alcohol. Kobe was light flying around. He had two shots of liquor, to get in the mood. Maybe an Italian beer thought the ninty five-year old bloodsucker.

He arrived on the street where the Red Dragon was. He slowed down and stopped halfway there. He was on the side walk, and looked around to understand the area. The first and only thing he noticed was an open 24/7 bakery south from where he prospected. [i]How tasty that would be![/i] He would go retail on their asses when he was ready to. Suddenly, he tasted liquor on his tongue. So, he walked up the street and entered the bar.

He did not say a word. He looked the place over, and it was as good as ever. He kept on his baseball cap, and his jeans and the well-made yellow colored boots. He had gotten warm with being solitary, but for now he sat at the bar and ordered one beer. He didn't realize it, but even sitting at the bar, his aura pushed everyone away. But, he was feeling several people.