Blood In The Water

[stakes_and_daggers]

The Shark Tank... Usually, just a casino, but flyers had been posted and handed out, all over Vegas, indicating that, for this night, gambling would be optional. That there would be a party for Hallowe'en and a themed costume contest to match. Good for publicity and, not to mention, the bar - especially with no entrance fee!

Downstairs was the gambling section. Upstairs being where the main party was being held. Only the two floors existed and it made for a nice, self-contained atmosphere.

No actual vampires or other denizens of the night, of course. At least, for the most part. They tended to find nights like this a little offensive.

Something else which would be changing later...

[OOC: Open to everyone! Make yourselves at home and things will take a change for the violent in a little while. :)]

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[stakes_and_daggers]

It wasn't like the potential for this hadn't factored into Katherine's plans, but that was before her escort had been so neutralised by circumstances. It wasn't about being scared, it was about knowing that the authorities would be better off not catching wind of a need to deal with her kind.

So it was that, with a defeated, "Hnn," of annoyance, the vampiress opted for discretion, deciding that now would be time for her to pause, bounce a springs or so of heels, then backtrack it to somewhere with roof access. Katherine being crude enough to shout out an expletive for the unseen Slayer's benefit.

Getting to confront one had been the entire idea of tonight - or at least, going home hugely satisfied after a night's slaughter. Both of which had now been denied to her.

Somewhere in the Las Vegas of the mid-1980s, a vampiress was making sure the police had nothing to track down... One who a now-injured Slayer now had both name and facial identity of.