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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[rhiannon_lee]

The life of a slayer did not lend itself to regular employment. The hours were terrible and there were few transferrable skills that one could list on a resume or application for employment. However, Rhiannon had tended bar in the past, so when a temp agency mentioned an increased need for drink slingers on Halloween, she decided to take that opportunity. Perhaps it could lead to longer term employment, but if not, it was nice to have cash in the pocket.

She shadowed a regular bartender through his brief orientation to the station on the second floor, taking note of where certain supplies were stored and which beers were on tap. She nodded when he hurriedly asked if she was good to go, that hopeful look on his face predetermining her answer, even though most bars were pretty much the same.

The uniform for the evening was a tight black button-down shirt, white suspenders, and black shorts. She added a pair of fishnets and her boots and clipped her hair back. Dark lipstick, dramatic eye shadow, and false lashes completed a gothic look for the occasion.

"What can I get you?" she asked her first customer, towel-drying her hands and glancing over their head at the crowd amassing on the dance floor, who writhed in time to music selected by a disc jockey.

Lucas and Open

[birthright_npc]

Lucas had been enjoying himself at the Shark Tank, dancing with a group of girls who were all out for a good night. He went up to the bar, eyeing the bartenders and signalling to a hot one in fishnets he was ready to order.

[birthright_npc]

Lucas laughed and nodded at Rhiannon's suggestion, then when the track finished and Madonna's Like a Virgin started he downed the rest of his drink, the group of girls all beckoning him to come and join them. "Duty calls!" he grinned over his shoulder and he sauntered back to the floor, joining in with the ladies as they were all singing at the tops of their voices.

[birthright_npc]

Abby was desperate for some water, the last drink she'd been given had tasted something like rocket fuel, and she was pretty sure it hadn't been out of a bottle from the bar. She managed to get through to the bar and apologised to the cowgirl she bumped into. "Sorry, just need some water," she said, getting her elbows onto the bar. Her pirate outfit was pretty much still intact, the bandana around her head only slightly askance.

"Can I just get some water?" she asked the barmaid, "mouth tastes like shit," she added, though no explanation was needed. "Fuckin' asshole gave me some shit that tasted like homebrew," she said, her head spinning a little and her elbows spreading out a little to stop her from swaying.

[stakes_and_daggers]

Biker chick? Joan Jett-alike? Whatever people assumed, it felt good to have an excuse to walk around with fangs out; the undead spin of stretching your legs after a long car ride. Just flash your teeth and twinkle those yellow eyes - that was your costume.

"Places, people... Exits and windows - both floors."

"Wait... That mean one of us gets bathroom duty?"

"Yeah, Steve, someone gets to stand out by the enchanted grotto. Ding-ding-ding, you're our lucky winner."

Giving the other vampire a knee-kick in the rear to hurry him on, the fanged brunette watched her entourage fan out through the crowd. Heading on up a level to where the costumed masses were holed up. One of her lackeys remaining by the entrance, making sure no-one would be making it out.

Mystics... Getting an accurate premonition was always a little hit-or-miss with psychics. Some put it down to free will being an unpredictable element, but after catching wind of someone who ticked all the right boxes turning up at a place like this? Well, even if no Slayer showed up, doing something like this felt like a fun way to spend an evening her kind would normally take a rain-check on.

"Hey, nice mask!"

The contest wasn't due to get judged for a little while, but forcing head back and slicing fangs into the MC's neck only elicited a small round of applause from those nearest. People who assumed it was just all part of the festivities, even when she dumped his corpse to the floor; microphone taken from his hand as she did so. Wiping gore from mouth with forearm and stepping up on a table to gain some height.

"Ladies and gentleman!" She began, hearing the music go silent. An underling taking care of the DJ on her cue. "Tonight's entertainment is brought to you by random acts of violence...! Excuse me? Sir? Are you here for the contest?"

Door security hadn't seen to what she carried on her. Their unconscious figures still laying on the ground downstairs. Switchblade flashing out as one of Katherine's own shoved the man forward, gutting him in front of the crowd. A couple of screams being made soon after, upon guests realising the MC's death had been just as real.

"Now...! I can let you good folks go or, uh..." More commotion over by an exit, as someone attempted to leave, only to find themselves confronted by a vampire every bit as real as the brunette, herself. The encounter leaving them silenced - permanently. "I could just let this place live up to its name. Have ourselves a real fun feeding frenzy and all... So, what we got here is a choice."

The crimson-slick blade was tapped against chin in consideration. A pause for dramatic effect.

"See, I'm looking for a young lady - maybe more. Got a thing for holy water, stakes, beheading... Sounds real swell. I meant to have a date with her in a little town named Searchlight, but dang it - bitch didn't show. So, y'all catch wind of a girl like that? you send her right on up here. 'Cause otherwise, I'm thinking this place could do with a touch of art. Some human crucifixion here, lynch-by-intestine from the ceiling, amputations and kneecap removal for a little extra sparkle... I go with my heart, y'know? Might rip a few of those out for good measure, while I'm at it."

Making a show of it, the vampiress then announced, "Can we have our next unwilling volunteer, please?"

[birthright_npc]

What.
The
Fuck?

Lucas wasn't a hero and right at that moment in time he was desperately wishing he wasn't there. He'd been on the other side of the dance floor when the commotion had started, and had ducked behind the staircase that led up to the sound booth when realisation had struck that this wasn't just a fancy show they were all going to be able to talk about tomorrow. He stood there, cowering, paralysed with fear. Even the fishnet-clad legs of the hot goth barmaid hadn't caught his eye, even though they'd passed just a foot in front of him as she had silently climbed the stairs. It was only when the voice filed the room that he began to think.

OK, dude, someone's in charge, this could all still just be a show, really good one, but with the special effects in the movies and how crazy good that's all looking these days...

That thought path was cut dead with the ear-splitting crack, and again Lucas' stomach plummeted.

Nope, we're all gonna die!