status: closed location: rapture nightclub for: @enpcssant
the snares ricocheted off the walls, bouncing throughout the foggy club as warm, delicious bodies responding to its rhythm. the sight was something very familiar for michel as he spent the greater part of his weekends behind the bar, feigning human for the fun of it — and well, the free meals didn’t hurt either. at this point, the thought of even going back to the club was enough to stir his bloodlust, associating the atmosphere with his feeding. which is why it felt like the perfect place for a bit of a good ole’ best mates’ night out. new york’s hottest club had everything — accelerating heartbeats, deafening beats, drunken humans and enough people to make a couple disappearances here and there a non-issue. truly, a vampire’s oasis.
“i did good, didn’t i?” michel nudged as he leaned back on the bar, glancing over to sinclair, looking forward to their night ahead. “y’know haven’t tried the staff yet, but everyone else? four stars. maybe even five.” he smirked, slightly proud of his assessment as he shifted his gaze back to the sea of bodies. his attention already found itself landing on a blonde woman who seemed to be flopping around more than actually dancing. a bit amusing to watch, if anything. “oh, also have i showed you my american accent yet?” he asked, . switching accents was one tactic michel had come to enjoy using during his pursuits, finding it to be a quicker solution to get a human to trust him. he also found it to be entertaining to try and imitate, especially in the early days when he’d try to adopt a transatlantic accent and ended up sounding like a caricature of an extra from casablanca.
