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The festivities on the Las Vegas strip were your basic police nightmare. A mile-long stretch of the boulevard was blocked off to traffic so that revelers could stagger drunkenly down the middle of the street. Food trucks and street vendors sold pizza, cheese steaks, popcorn, cotton candy, and plastic cups full of beer. Some sold pre-mixed margaritas and daiquiris. At each major intersection, a stage showcased performers and music pumped from speakers mounted on the light posts.

It didn't seem to matter that it was December in the desert. There was plenty of body heat to go around.

At midnight, several large screens would broadcast a countdown before fireworks lit the sky.

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The grand ballroom of the Skylark Hotel was awash in shades of forest green and gold. The charity ball had been arranged to benefit a local children's hospital, and so a large percentage of the proceeds from the door tickets and bar would be donated to renovate the facility. A two-story Christmas tree towered over the buffet tables of festive finger foods and chocolate fountain, and people had placed unwrapped toys under the limbs to be delivered to the hospital the next day. Champagne flowed freely. There were two stages for the live jazz musicians that would play all night. Santa's scantily clad elves wandered about the room with trays of shrimp and caviar. A dance floor took up the center of the space underneath a gleaming chandelier and there were beautifully decorated round tables on the edges of the room.

The ticket price was manageable, and a few tickets had gone out free for radio promotions and the like.

Luckily for the undead, the decor did not include wall-to-wall mirrors, though there were a few on the high ceiling.

In various corners, Vegas performance artists entertained to ooohs and aaahs. For instance, there was a man eating a gleaming sword in the corner.

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Diva Fever

Nov. 26th, 2013 08:47 pm
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Despite the fact that it wasn't the weekend, the Funhouse was really crowded.

Theresa had been concentrating on business, work for the Dive. She'd gotten some flyers printed up on the cheap at Kinko's, then posted them at various places on the Strip. The local entertainment rag was on her second-hand coffee table back at her apartment. She had tentative plans to call their reviewer and ask them to come catch a show. Her trial period was almost over, and she wanted to be able to show Mike some improvement.

The diminutive vampire was currently out on the dance floor, having decided to relax tonight. She'd fed half an hour ago, coaxing someone into the girl's john to latch onto their wrist. This time, there'd been no blonde Slayer to interrupt her dinner.
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‘Call Angie’

The ink had all but faded from Brian’s palm when he ducked into a phone booth on Desert Inn Road and fed it enough quarters to dial the east coast. Through the Plexiglas enclosure, the illuminated cross outside the Guardian Angel Cathedral looked grimy, even worse than usual. The churches in this part of the country were tacky, he thought. They had never inspired him to greatness; they sure as hell didn’t make him feel forgiven for whatever fucked up thing he’d done the night before. They were like tourist traps without the gift shop. He traced a tag someone had drawn in permanent marker, the shape triangular and open, an ‘A’ that mimicked the sanctuary, and pressed his boot into a flattened mound of gum on the sidewalk.

A girl’s voice picked up. ‘Hello?’

“Guess who?” he asked.

Angela turned eight years old today. There was a slumber party. It was unicorn themed. In the background, he heard laughter and a movie playing on the VCR, which sounded like the NeverEnding Story. It was almost eleven o’clock back home. That living room and its inhabitants felt about a million miles away. Brian stuck his fingers in his pocket and sorted through the rest of his change while his kid sister talked about chocolate cake with purple icing, a new set of rollerskates, and plans to hide Heather’s underpants in the freezer.
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The frenzy in the crowd died down to a manageable level in the space between fights. It was in that fissure that Noah moved. Despite his human status, he blended in well, his unoffensive appearance a boon here. He sidled up to the bar and ordered a drink. Noah was officially, as of ten minutes ago, off the clock, having settled a debt for his boss. It had involved one incinerated vampire, but that was an easy mess to clean up.

He turned, back to the bar as he drank, scanning the room. People, to use that term very loosely, were already jockeying up around the ring for the next fight. Noah didn't mind the lack of a clear view; he had more room to breathe back here.

A sharp laugh from stage right caught his attention, then a flash of vibrant red. The dark-haired man straightened, interested. He had seen her wandering this place before, but this was the first time she had come anywhere near him.
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A beautiful glass-front elevator offers stunning views of the hotel atrium and indoor balconies... It's too bad it doesn't fully work.

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"Password?"

The bouncer loomed over the redhead by a good seven inches (even in her platform heels). He had a build similar to Arnold Schwarzenegger and the personality to match. His black t-shirt threatened to tear at the seams.

And he smelled like wet dog.

Because, when the moon was full, he was.

Deanna looked past him, down West Bonanza Road, in the Industrial District. It made sense to set up shop here; the I-15 Interstate ran above and below, and provided noise cancellation for the activities inside.

"Chernenko." She blew a ring of smoke from her cigarette, into the dog's face. Then glanced at Daniel. She arched an eyebrow when he didn't immediately respond.

"Don't you dare embarrass me."
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The bulky man in a tight black t-shirt stamped her hand, and Holly gave him a close-mouthed smile. Wordless music began washing over her the moment she entered the club. The air changed in that way it did when a large mass of people shared an enclosed space. She was wearing a red dress, black lace top over it.

Finding a space in the middle of everything, she started to dance. She could get a drink later. Holly closed her eyes at first, just enjoying the lack of thoughts. Thoughts had kept her up at night, swirling nonstop until the colors all bled together.

And okay, it helped that she was a little high.

A bloke came up to her, starting to dance with her, but more like around her. She laughed soundlessly, tossing her hair back and turning her back to him. He took this as an invitation to press himself against her back.

She rolled her blue eyes up to the ceiling, hot lights playing over the crowd. One song, and then she'd push him away. "Asshole," she said, because she could, because no one could hear her.
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“Another gay bar. Why’s it always gotta be a gay bar?”

Daniel scowled and drank his vodka tonic. He had nothing against gays. Freddie Mercury was gay as a three dollar bill and he was a pimp. The trouble with gay bars was that he couldn’t get laid in one. Not by a woman, anyway. Daniel had heard rumors that vampires stopped caring who they boned, but he supposed the heterosexual hadn’t worn off him yet. Privately, he wondered how many years that took.

A track by Chaka Khan had the dance floor packed. He peered through the haze of dry ice for a certain pale face. He had lost track of her on his drink run. Probably wandered to the bathroom looking for easy pickings, he mused. He followed his nose to a corner that reeked of piss.

“Aha! Found you!” He draped his arm around the redhead and gave her a martini. “You know, you are really overdressed for this dump.”

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