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[b]9:10pm, Before the Concert, at [i]The Dorian Jazz Lounge[/i][/b][hr]
	[color=#A64575]“Anyway, I’ll hand off the order and be right back. Would either of you like me to bring anything to drink, or more chips, or…?”[/color]
	Vitek shook his head no, just as the musician of the night began another piece of his set, a little faster paced and louder. 

	It caused him to turn his neck to crane over his broad shoulder. Vitek preferred records at his own pace, but live music was a nice addition to the bar. Actually, the last time he had been in attendee to a live show had been a few weeks prior when he first arrived in Paris searching for who he would now call Cantor, the leader of his and Kaelen's Pack. A slightly traumatizing flashback came over him with a tingle that made his eyes flutter as his inner-beast stir...
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	The blurring and thumbing and grinding of musical chaos seemed to have no end. Even from his calmer location backstage his hieghtned senses were almost dulled by the sonic assault via sheer volume. This modern age loved volume it seemed and would not take any less. As he stood guarding a corridor that lead onto the stage, he lamented. He also fumed, for all night he had smelt booze, smoke, sin of all manner. 

Paris was supposed to be his peace. Still he searched for that eerie song but until he found it, he would moonlight as a brawny man to live off of. No, he also had smelt something far more sinister in this lagoon of lechery. 
He had smelt a vampire. But so he stood, and pissed off totem to a forgotten time, even as the final twangs and chords reverberated into the halls. 

Claudia stood on the stage, staring into a void of thought as the final song ended. After giving her goodbyes to the others, she moves down the hall, pausing slightly. Something seemed…different in the air. She hadn’t felt it before. 
Of all the blood around…this was different. 
Ignoring the feeling, she walks across the backstage hall, her movements messy and fluid as she keeps her eyes on her nails. She wished she could grow them out more, but that’s just what happens when you die only to live forever, your body just…freezes. On her way her dressing room, she bumped into the new security guard. 

Claudia never thought it necessary to have security, she was a fucking vampire, but Jesper insisted.[color=9e0b0f] “Watch it,” [/color]she mumbles, hit with the unsettling feeling again, but she doesn’t look up, wouldn’t show that she knew something was…off

Vitek took a long, bloody inhale, and it's following exhale was a guttural low growl. His glare downward was severe. The audacity! He had found the stench alright. Muscles tensed, but before the turning could happen, he turns his head to reconsider given the location. He grins and turns pace, letting her by. But not without a toothy wink. "[color=0072bc]Of course. The night is [i]ever[/i] young.[/color]" In his mind, he etches her face, her smell, and dubiously notes he should find better work than under a blood sucker.

Claudia raises a brow, returning the toothy grin with one of her own, not even attempting to try and hide her fangs. She wasn’t entirely sure what this…[i]creature[/i] before her was…but he wasn’t human. [color=9e0b0f]“I suppose it is.” [/color]She hums, running her eyes across his face before she chuckles lightly, turning and continuing her casual walk, although her thoughts were spinning. Shit…does she need to change locations? [/quote]
He was lost again, for a second. To the wolfs bartender, it might seem like another well-appreciating fan of the musician. He squinched his eyes and brought himself back, quickly and muttering his apologies to the pair he had been talking with.