Lothian rose early this night from his haven of soil under a fine old oak in the heart of Clover Park. it's been 3 days since he fed last and he can feel the thirst taking it's toll, sapping the strength from his body and his mind. He has to feed tonight, if he doesn't he's sure to frenzy upon waking tomorrow and he can't let that happen. he starts toward the path and makes his way to the edge of the park. The homeless and the scum of society litter the streets like garbage as it does in any big city. Lothian walks past the tents and bench-cots without a second thought. He's come to identify with these vagabonds. They have nowhere to go and no one to take them. They got lost along their walk through life. He could relate. He can't justify taking from them when they have so little. He could hear the music and some women screaming together briefly in the grip of their drunken fun. Lothian headed strait for the noise. He crossed the street and walked past a group of people in front of a bar named Rasher Tierney's. The smell of booze was thick and smoke billowed about them ad they all tried to talk over each other while they smoked their cigarettes and held several conversations. Lothian nodded to the bouncer Dave who nodded back and gave him a smirk. Dave knew what the deal was and was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Lothian ordered a bourbon and took a seat at a small table in a dark corner off to the side.