Post by vastrix on Aug 17, 2021 9:57:26 GMT -5
The Midnight Sun.
The premiere nightclub in Chicago. It’s five floors of the hottest dance floors, the cheapest booze, and if rumors are true: the best place to get high and find a private place to get laid.
All of it is a lie. This is a club for “civilized vampires”. Like fish in a barrel, their intended victims come willingly to be fed upon for that extra high that being fed upon gives. The vampires get a buzz from the drunk and/or high humans. Other…things have come to the easy hunting that the Midnight Sun provides so long as they follow two rules.
The first rule is to look as human as possible as to not scare the potential victims in the night. The second rule is that all feedings must not bring about the death of the victims. Mistakes have happened in the past and needed to be cleared up with the dead vanishing in the night and reappearing somewhere else or not at all and the perpetrator of said crime usually goes with it.
“The Obsidian Piper” Isaac Jones stands on a balcony on the fifth floor that overlooks the fourth. This is his empire. He loses a little money keeping the cattle happy, but those who feed upon them pay mightily for the easy hunting ground.
How watches as people slip off with vampires or other horrors of the night for some “private time”. This is typically where the feeding happens. Of course sex almost always follows, but it is where the magic happens in the night.
Isaac looks around at the fourth floor, keeping an eye to the women wandering about that are fishing for free drinks from suitors. He doesn’t mind spending a little money if it gets him fed. After all, humans also pay for their food.
This is until he sees a fight break out between two guys that are vying for the attention of a woman. The fight between them is starting to spread to the other members. This will not do as someone will call the police and police finding people getting their veins opened is not a good thing.
Isaac Jones vaults over the railing of the balcony to land next to the two drunken fighters. He turns on his Presence ability, leading everyone in the room to look at him in awe. Of course some of the people were already doing that since he leaped from a floor up to land perfectly on his feet. He looks at the two men fighting and shakes his head.
Isaac Jones: I won’t have such petty squabbling in my club, boys. Besides, I think the girl will be coming with me.
Isaac looks to the girl in question, a comely girl in a blue dress that hugs her every curve. She’s already looking at Isaac with awe plainly on her face, but Isaac catches direct eye contact and whispers in his mind one word at her.
Want.
The girl smiles large, walks over, and hugs Isaac. He looks at the two men who had just fought over the honor of buying her a drink and laughs.
Isaac Jones: Have fun. I feel bad that you both have been outclassed.
Isaac reaches into a pocket and pulls out two jade beaded bracelets that he hands to the men.
Isaac Jones: Show these to any bartender and you’ll get free drinks and favors for the rest of the night. The bracelet will sorta disintegrate when the morning comes so use it wisely.
The guys seem to be happy with their consolation prize as beautiful women have begun to move in to both of them. The brackets also call out to all vampires nearby to let them know to watch them and feed on them later. The women vampires move in to get them drinks and favors to “season the blood” before taking them to a private spot in the nightclub for sex and feeding.
Isaac walks with the girl back up to the fifth floor and back to his perch where he was able to watch everything going on on his current floor and the one blow at the same time. He catches the girl’s hand and brings it up to his mouth to kiss the back of her hand. He looks at her with a warm, inviting smile.
Isaac Jones: Who is this beauty that would bring such proud men to blows over her?
The girl just smiles before whipping out her smart phone.
“My name is Rosa Andreas and I am an interviewer for Lucha Subnautica Azteca. You are someone that the LSA would want on their wrestling roster judging from the jump I just saw a little bit ago.”
Isaac blinks. Wrestling interviewer? Here? It doesn’t matter. She was in his thrall and so she would be dinner tonight.
Isaac Jones: I would be a good wrestler? How do you think so?
Rosa Andreas: Well, I was set up here to Chicago to look into another wrestling company to see about poaching talent, but it seems that the company had already closed or something. NEW this and NEW that, but it wasn’t very new. Anyway, with those wrestlers gone to the four winds I thought I would try my luck at the bar to see about the party scene here. Can’t say I’m disappointed.
Isaac Jones: So, you found me by chance then. I suppose I could do the wrestling. Where’s it at?
Rosa Andreas: It’s in Tijuana, Mexico at a place called the Pit.
Isaac Jones: Oh jeeze! I mean I already have a place down there, but really?
Rosa Andreas: Really.
Isaac rubs his chin in thought before smiling.
Isaac Jones: Fine. I’ll do it. I have been wanting to expand. Perhaps I can buy a new nightclub down in Mexico.
Rosa Andreas: That’s the spirit! By the way, you have an opponent in the form of Cara De Tornillo.
Isaac Jones: Screwface?
Rosa Andreas: You know of him?
Isaac shakes his head, motioning to the waitress walking through for two drinks.
Isaac Jones: I have a winter home down in Tijuana. I know Spanish. Listen, I do have some training as a wrestler by odd chance, but I’m primarily a nightclub owner. Still, I have abilities that could crush the man.
Rosa Andreas: I can tell from the way you leapt into action there. So, you’ll come down to Mexico and wrestle in our little show?
Isaac accepts his drink and hands Rosa the other one. He sips at his drink thoughtfully.
Isaac Jones: I’m already booked. You didn’t come up here for some NEW wrestlers. You came up here for me.
Rosa takes a sip of her drink and nods at the good flavor of it. She smiles as well.
Rosa Andreas: Shrewd and talented. I do like that combination. Yes, I was sent here to sign you on and we did assume that you would be interested. Are you?
Isaac Jones turns to looking at the crowd below, most of which cast envious looks at Rosa since they are still enthralled in awe with Isaac. He laughs and cuts off the flow of power to his Presence ability so that the crowd can go back to doing what they were here to do.
Isaac Jones: I will see you in Mexico, my dear.
Rosa finishes her drink in a gulp and sets the glass down on a nearby table.
Rosa Andreas: Good. I shall go tell them to expect you then.
Rosa takes her leave of Isaac, who begins to scan the Fifth floor behind him as the men and women dance about. He is still hungry and the night is young.
The premiere nightclub in Chicago. It’s five floors of the hottest dance floors, the cheapest booze, and if rumors are true: the best place to get high and find a private place to get laid.
All of it is a lie. This is a club for “civilized vampires”. Like fish in a barrel, their intended victims come willingly to be fed upon for that extra high that being fed upon gives. The vampires get a buzz from the drunk and/or high humans. Other…things have come to the easy hunting that the Midnight Sun provides so long as they follow two rules.
The first rule is to look as human as possible as to not scare the potential victims in the night. The second rule is that all feedings must not bring about the death of the victims. Mistakes have happened in the past and needed to be cleared up with the dead vanishing in the night and reappearing somewhere else or not at all and the perpetrator of said crime usually goes with it.
“The Obsidian Piper” Isaac Jones stands on a balcony on the fifth floor that overlooks the fourth. This is his empire. He loses a little money keeping the cattle happy, but those who feed upon them pay mightily for the easy hunting ground.
How watches as people slip off with vampires or other horrors of the night for some “private time”. This is typically where the feeding happens. Of course sex almost always follows, but it is where the magic happens in the night.
Isaac looks around at the fourth floor, keeping an eye to the women wandering about that are fishing for free drinks from suitors. He doesn’t mind spending a little money if it gets him fed. After all, humans also pay for their food.
This is until he sees a fight break out between two guys that are vying for the attention of a woman. The fight between them is starting to spread to the other members. This will not do as someone will call the police and police finding people getting their veins opened is not a good thing.
Isaac Jones vaults over the railing of the balcony to land next to the two drunken fighters. He turns on his Presence ability, leading everyone in the room to look at him in awe. Of course some of the people were already doing that since he leaped from a floor up to land perfectly on his feet. He looks at the two men fighting and shakes his head.
Isaac Jones: I won’t have such petty squabbling in my club, boys. Besides, I think the girl will be coming with me.
Isaac looks to the girl in question, a comely girl in a blue dress that hugs her every curve. She’s already looking at Isaac with awe plainly on her face, but Isaac catches direct eye contact and whispers in his mind one word at her.
Want.
The girl smiles large, walks over, and hugs Isaac. He looks at the two men who had just fought over the honor of buying her a drink and laughs.
Isaac Jones: Have fun. I feel bad that you both have been outclassed.
Isaac reaches into a pocket and pulls out two jade beaded bracelets that he hands to the men.
Isaac Jones: Show these to any bartender and you’ll get free drinks and favors for the rest of the night. The bracelet will sorta disintegrate when the morning comes so use it wisely.
The guys seem to be happy with their consolation prize as beautiful women have begun to move in to both of them. The brackets also call out to all vampires nearby to let them know to watch them and feed on them later. The women vampires move in to get them drinks and favors to “season the blood” before taking them to a private spot in the nightclub for sex and feeding.
Isaac walks with the girl back up to the fifth floor and back to his perch where he was able to watch everything going on on his current floor and the one blow at the same time. He catches the girl’s hand and brings it up to his mouth to kiss the back of her hand. He looks at her with a warm, inviting smile.
Isaac Jones: Who is this beauty that would bring such proud men to blows over her?
The girl just smiles before whipping out her smart phone.
“My name is Rosa Andreas and I am an interviewer for Lucha Subnautica Azteca. You are someone that the LSA would want on their wrestling roster judging from the jump I just saw a little bit ago.”
Isaac blinks. Wrestling interviewer? Here? It doesn’t matter. She was in his thrall and so she would be dinner tonight.
Isaac Jones: I would be a good wrestler? How do you think so?
Rosa Andreas: Well, I was set up here to Chicago to look into another wrestling company to see about poaching talent, but it seems that the company had already closed or something. NEW this and NEW that, but it wasn’t very new. Anyway, with those wrestlers gone to the four winds I thought I would try my luck at the bar to see about the party scene here. Can’t say I’m disappointed.
Isaac Jones: So, you found me by chance then. I suppose I could do the wrestling. Where’s it at?
Rosa Andreas: It’s in Tijuana, Mexico at a place called the Pit.
Isaac Jones: Oh jeeze! I mean I already have a place down there, but really?
Rosa Andreas: Really.
Isaac rubs his chin in thought before smiling.
Isaac Jones: Fine. I’ll do it. I have been wanting to expand. Perhaps I can buy a new nightclub down in Mexico.
Rosa Andreas: That’s the spirit! By the way, you have an opponent in the form of Cara De Tornillo.
Isaac Jones: Screwface?
Rosa Andreas: You know of him?
Isaac shakes his head, motioning to the waitress walking through for two drinks.
Isaac Jones: I have a winter home down in Tijuana. I know Spanish. Listen, I do have some training as a wrestler by odd chance, but I’m primarily a nightclub owner. Still, I have abilities that could crush the man.
Rosa Andreas: I can tell from the way you leapt into action there. So, you’ll come down to Mexico and wrestle in our little show?
Isaac accepts his drink and hands Rosa the other one. He sips at his drink thoughtfully.
Isaac Jones: I’m already booked. You didn’t come up here for some NEW wrestlers. You came up here for me.
Rosa takes a sip of her drink and nods at the good flavor of it. She smiles as well.
Rosa Andreas: Shrewd and talented. I do like that combination. Yes, I was sent here to sign you on and we did assume that you would be interested. Are you?
Isaac Jones turns to looking at the crowd below, most of which cast envious looks at Rosa since they are still enthralled in awe with Isaac. He laughs and cuts off the flow of power to his Presence ability so that the crowd can go back to doing what they were here to do.
Isaac Jones: I will see you in Mexico, my dear.
Rosa finishes her drink in a gulp and sets the glass down on a nearby table.
Rosa Andreas: Good. I shall go tell them to expect you then.
Rosa takes her leave of Isaac, who begins to scan the Fifth floor behind him as the men and women dance about. He is still hungry and the night is young.