A Man From New York ( MATURE POST )

[Guest]

Matthew
Matthew glanced around as he walked into a club. His pale skin no longer showed since that was a trait of only a certain vampire could possess. His fang had hidden from sight and as did his glimmery red eyes as crimson as a bloomed rose. He pulled himself to a bar tender who had asked what he had wanted. He ordered a vodka and spun around on his chair to face all the dancers moving to the beat of the ear-piercing music. He wanted to shriek and turn from all the noise, but he forced himself to act human and ignore the chaos. He was hoping for a little entertainment -- not necessarily a snack.

[Harley]

Sammie sat in the leather chair at the back of the pub. The noise annoyed her in many different ways, but this was the only place people left her alone, most of the time. She leaned her head on the wall and sighed, despite the spunky vibe in the place, she was bored. "Oh come on." Sammie groaned as a blonde chick tried to grind against a guy. Her mixed color hair hung loosly around her shoulders as she ran her hand over her medium colored skin.

(Sorry so short, will get better as we go)