OPEN LOG: Opening night at Fangtasia

[vampingitup]

Who: Eric Northman, the vampires of Siren's Port and YOU
When: Saturday Night, sundown
Where: Fangtasia, Sector One
Summary:  Fangtasia's opening night, and the place is thumping. It promises to be an exciting experience.
Warnings: Vampires. Please add your warnings in your comment headers as necessary.

Comments

[notadisneygirl]

[Snow was here simply because she was a member of the press. She didn't want to be among vampires, really; approached by a few of them, actually, and she kept having to decline and clutch her drink a little tighter to her chest.

But she stuck around to get some interviews. Work always took her strange places.]

[notadisneygirl]

There've been other club openings before. You didn't go to any of them? [Smiles.]

Do you mean the vampires?

[draculalite]

"Clubs" are not my forte, generally.

[He adjusts his cravat, letting out a brief sigh.] I frankly can't imagine anyone willingly choosing to give blood for such a purpose.

[notadisneygirl]

They're not mine, either.

[She blinks. Is he a vampire, then?] They must think it's something cool to do.

[draculalite]

I cannot fathom why.

[He sighs almost wearily.] I do not see my needs as being particularly entertaining. But looking at this crowd-- I am almost certain the majority are not members of the Sanguinarians.

[notadisneygirl]

No?

[She nods.] So you're a vampire. Or a Sanguinarian, is the right term?

[draculalite]

I suppose you would call me a vampire. [Just maybe.]

I do not consider myself one of these Sanguinarian people. I merely came to see what they had to offer tonight.

[notadisneygirl]

I've never met a vampire before. [She waits a moment. Had to offer? Not much, really, and she puts her hand out for him to shake.]

I'm Snow, Snow Blancheur. It's nice to meet you.

[draculalite]

It would seem you've come to the right place, then.

[He takes her hand, but lifts it up and kisses her knuckles. What is this handshake silliness.]

Raphael Sorel. A pleasure, Mlle. Blancheur.

[notadisneygirl]

It seems so. [It's been awhile since she's had her hand kissed, instead of shaken, and she smiles more.]

The pleasure is all mine.

[draculalite]

[He does still have a way with women. How reassuring.]

I do find myself curious what you are doing here, Mlle. Blancheur. You're not a vampire, nor do I picture you enjoying the other pursuit of the evening.

[notadisneygirl]

[She takes a sip of her drink and nods.]

You're right, I'm not a vampire, or here for the other side. I actually work for a news team, and I'm here getting the story about the new club opening.

[draculalite]

How fascinating.

This sort of place is quite a curiosity by any account.

[notadisneygirl]

It could do without the loud music and the silly named drinks, though.

[draculalite]

The music here is horrendous. [He groans, as though it is physically paining him.] I don't understand what happened to the art in all these years.

[notadisneygirl]

It grew up. It evolved. And now it's become this. [She smirks a little; she understands, though.]