I didn't believe my mates at the shop but from the looks of some of these people maybe this is a vampire club.
OK, so this a gay vampire club. I can feel my hands and knees shaking just looking at the place and the clientele. I can't tell the real people from the others. Maybe these blokes just pretend to be vampires. I've never heard of real ones. Course growing up in a small town in England with an over-protective mother I'm lucky I'd heard of California.
Moving over here was the best thing I know, but I miss my friends. I'm lonely. I get hit on all the time but I want something more than just sex or a relationship. I want some excitement! And this might just be the place to find it!
Walking toward the door, I stop when I see two blokes walk out one with blood all over his face. My feet are backtracking before I even realize I am scared. Shit shit shit! Just do it Ben!
I pace back and forth in front of the club and run my fingers through my hair. Stopping I look at the front doors again and bite my lower lip. Mother would have a fit. Bad enough her baby is gay, but here he is offering himself to men who think they are vampires!
Here I am barely been kissed and I'm considering going into a club, a gay vampire club.
I hang my head and sigh. Who am I fooling? I can't do this.