Lights were dimmed low in this stone-walled cellar, possibly because there weren't any, at least not the electric lights found in modern homes. No, this club looked as if it had been plucked straight out of a 15th-century castle. The dark windowless dungeon of the castle. Sparsely spread around the main cellar room were torches mounted in brackets, their flames nearly licking the stone walls.
When walking down into the very dimly-lit stone-walled cellar, Waldron felt a sense of familiarity in the club. He should, he had been coming here long enough. With only a few torches, the club needed more light, and so the rest of the illumination came from candles in recently brassed candelabras.
Waldron made his way to the large bar along one side, which didn't have bottles of alcohol lining the wall like with most clubs in these times. Instead, it had tall glass tanks, five of them. Each one had an unconscious human, restrained inside, with a drip inserted into their arm. The furthermost one from him looked mighty pale. Yet, he did nothing about that and ordered a blood shot from the barkeep.
Turning toward the door, he waited for the club to fill and see who he'd be attracted to tonight.
“Always a pleasure to see a face like yours around here,” Claudia spoke to him with a temptatious tone. Her voice resonated as she came towards Waldron on pointed heels, that clicked against the polished floor. “You look handsome, as always.” A smooth smirk featured on her dark red painted lips, while her hand was softly twirling the drink in her hand. Yet another blood drink, but this one was a nice refreshing cocktail, softer and much nicer than a shot.
“Claudia,” Waldron responded, glancing at the familiar black-haired woman who was now standing in front of him.
Waldron recalled speaking with her the last time he was here, and he wasn't interested in picking up that conversation where it left off. If he was recalling it correctly, she made it perfectly clear that she would be fleeing the club with him. So his eyes wandered around the club, falling on a masculine-looking figure in royal colours, while still being polite and keeping small talk, "What is it that brings you here this time, Claudia?"
“Do you really need to ask?”, Claudia responded with another light smirk. “I think you know what my plans are.” Her voice grew quieter as she leaned in closer to his ear.
She was a nice girl, but honestly, she just kept chasing people who just didn’t seem to want her. Perhaps it was odd or maybe it was nice, but one thing was for sure, Waldron wasn’t really enjoying it. Not one bit.
“I do,” he answered, looking around as he gestured to the bartender for a refill. “But unfortunately, they aren’t the same as mine!” His eyes seemed to dance as they followed that same figure he had noticed before.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Wally," Claudia told him, continuing to lean closer, this time running her hand up his shirt front, toward his collarbone. "We could be looking for-"
He cut her off by firmly gripping the wrist belonging to the hand on his chest. His black eyes shifted to give her his full attention. "The name is Waldron and I guarantee that what I seek tonight, can not be found in you!" Throwing her hand down from his chest, he then reached for is shot and downed it, looking once more for the figure who had now moved. It took Waldron a moment or two to spot them again, walking up to the dark-eyed lady at the other end of the bar.
Violet glided into the bar, literally. She hovered a couple of inches off the ground, pushing the heavy mahogany door open at the top of the staircase. She headed to the bar, ordering a blood cocktail before her dark eyes began scanning the room. She was feeling oddly social for once. Strange. Landing on the polished floor, she swayed to the music being played in the club; it was from an ancient pipe organ, at least that was one of the instruments being played by the live club band.
The masculine-looking figure that Waldron had his eye on was approaching Violet, who at that moment was scanning her eyes around and it took a few seconds before their eyes locked onto each other.
"Hi, uh, I was going to get myself a drink and was wondering if I could get-," xe stuttered as xyr eyes wandered to the drink already in her hands. "-you a refill?" Xe was a little nervous, it was xyr first time in this club.
Locking eyes with a masculine figure who walked over, Violet noticed the figure seemed relatively awkward and she thought that was kind of cute. “Sure, just let me finish this first,” she agreed, promptly knocking back the drink. “You know what, get me whatever drink you want. I’m feeling adventurous.”
"You can knock them back, I see," the figure noted aloud, not necessarily in conversation. Then xe nodded to the request and ordered two of the finest blood types, served in small doses, in brandy bowls. "I was thinking of a treat, I hope you don't mind." Xe paused a moment, sniffing inside the glass xe had picked up. "Say, what is it that brings you here?"
"I don't mind at all. I really do like myself a treat," she told the figure, giving xem a wink as she ran her tongue over her teeth. "I like the scene here. A bonus is meeting luscious people like you too. Looking for someone to take home tonight, 'cause I think I know a volunteer." Violet was throwing herself at the stranger now, trying not to look desperate but totally and utterly failing. If her brain remembered this in the morning, it would surely tell her that this overconfidence came from having too much to drink.
"Uh...", the figure fumbled for the words. "I... I don't know what to say to such an offer."
"How about yes?"
The figure reached for the brandy bowl and wrapped xyr fingers around its bowl and stem. "I haven't been here too long, I don't plan to go home yet."
"Oh." She began fidgeting with her own glass. "I can wait."
After approximately ten minutes, but what felt agonisingly longer for Waldron, Claudia finally moved on to her next unsuspecting victim. He may have felt sorry for whoever that person was, but he was pleased to be rid of her. Pleased to watch and wait for the figure to be free, however long that may be. Then it was a matter of hoping that before then he would be able to have bottled enough of his courage to walk over and introduce himself. It was a matter of hoping that the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach was wrong, that he would wimp out again and simply go home alone... sort of. Usually, it would end up with him calling over a booty call to keep him company for the rest of the night.
He really did hope tonight wouldn't be the same.
Two hours had passed.
Waldron had watched the figure approach the dark-haired female. It was no longer going on, but he couldn't be sure if it had gone well or not, as she had left the conversation smiling. As did the next three people that the figure approached. His newly founded (through booze) confidence was wavering. All he knew was now, as he picked up his seventh blood shot and downed it, it was his turn. He had to go over to meet this figure. Taking the two other shots he had ordered from the bar, he walked casually over to speak kindly to the one who had his eye. "Hello, I'm Waldron."
"Pleasure," the figure replied, holding out xyr hand to greet him.
As Waldron leaned in and touched the figure's had to shake it, the connection only made his hunger and want for xem so much stronger. It was a soft hand with a firm shake, and Waldron was almost at a loss for words. "...And you've honestly had my eye for the past two hours, so I thought I should just come over to have a shot with you." Dropping his hand from the shake, he smiled and offered the figure one of the shots that he'd skillfully moved to hold both in his left hand.
The figure took one. "I wouldn't say no. Thank you."
Clicking the shot glasses before they each downed their shot simultaneously and placed the empty glasses on the bar top.
Happy that his offer had been accepted, Waldron was intrigued to know more. "You know my name, could I ask you for yours?"
"You could," came the response from the figure, both quickly and coyly.
Waldron chuckled lightly at the quip. "Very well. What would your name be?"
The figure took a few seconds for answering, "Avery."
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