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[color=a6c4ff][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night
[color=a6c4ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Pit
[color=a6c4ff][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] A tasty meal
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The Pit was as rowdy as usual. There was some breathing room on the edges of the dance floor, but everyone was practically pressed together at the center of it. That was how it was preferred here, anyway. Ava lurked warily on the outskirts, examining the half-drunk specimens with a feline-esque focus. Her modus-operandi was simple - find someone relatively alone, and intoxicated enough that they won’t remember much the next day. It was much easier, in Ava’s opinion, to convince humans to forget things than dealing with dead bodies.

There was a large group of college students partying together near the bar, collectively mashing to the music and forcing each other to chug from bottles of liquor. As with any large group of friends, the core, popular members were crowded in the middle, wildly distracted by the rhythm of the music and the movement of others. Those less familiar with the friend group were sidelined - no one really paid them much attention.

[color=a6c4ff]“Hey there.”[/color] Ava positioned herself next to one of the group’s loners who was visibly intoxicated. She wrapped her arm around his. [color=a6c4ff]“Come with me.”[/color]

The guy looked visibly confused, but complied immediately. “O-okay.”

Ava dragged him to a dark, somewhat less dense corner of the club, and he stumbled as he followed. She herself leaned against the wall, using the man’s larger frame to block her actions from the view of those around them. In a quick motion, Ava grabbed his forearm and sliced an incision across his forearm using a fingernail. A faint red glow emitted from her eyes as his blood spilled outwards from the wound.

[color=a6c4ff]“Oh no. You fell down. Poor thing.”[/color] Ava placed a gentle hand on his cheek, gazing into his eyes to observe his reaction. He seemed to be persuaded enough that he fell down, despite having not done so. 

The streams of blood collected in a flask that Ava kept in her bag. She felt averse to drinking from the source, even if it was more convenient. She hadn’t actually used her fangs in ages, and her intention was to keep it that way. 

Once the flask was sufficiently full, Ava licked off the streams of blood that ran down her own hand, which she used to make the initial cut. Within the first taste, Ava felt her thirst alleviate and the burning in her throat soothe. She continued with the flask, chugging greedily at its contents.

The man’s arm fell to his side, which redirected the stream of blood to drip slowly onto the floor. He looked dumbfounded, almost like a malfunctioning robot waiting for a next set of instructions. 

Ava looked at the thing with pity. She placed a small peck on his cheek, and spoke softly next to his ear. [color=a6c4ff]“Thank you. Now go back to your friends.”[/color]

She faltered back against the wall as she watched her dazed victim slowly waddle through the crowd to his unsuspecting companions. They hardly noticed he was even gone.