Hungry-Open-

[Zoey McKenah]

She walked out of her last shoot and headed towards her car, Zoey was tired from the day and was kind of exhausted. She turned on the car and looked at the time, it said 9:17 and she groaned, she missed dinner with her brother but she didn’t care too much, she could always reschedule. Pulling out of the parking spot she thought of where she wanted to go, maybe a bar or someplace to eat because she could hear her stomach protest at no food.

She was kind of scared to be driving alone at night after recent events, her brother said she was on her front porch and that maybe she had partied to hard without him, but she distinctly remembered going to Hooligans to get and job application for her brother then it got kind of hazy, but she kind of remembered driving home then instantly falling asleep on her front porch. Definitly wierd but she continued driving.

She drove to the closest bar which just happened to be Fangtasia and parked, the vampires scared her but she was determined to get some food. She got out of her car and walked over to the bouncer, with her 3 inch heels clicking away at the ground. The bouncer stopped her and asked for her I.D., she pulled it out and showed it to him. He opened the rope and let her inside.

She could honestly say that she was in awe, the bar itself wasn’t to big but there was an additional part where there were girls dancing and all the human groupies crowded around to watch. She walked over to the bar and sat down looking at the wall behind the bartender, she ordered a Strawberry Daiquiri to keep it light, there didn’t seem to be any food, but she should’ve expected as much seeing this was a Vampire bar.

[Eric Northman]

The Viking King was in his office again, finalizing the paperwork and other tedious, menial tasks that had to be done while the club opened. Tonight also wasn’t his night to be out and about keeping up vampire image, but he’d go out for a couple hours in opening before heading back. Maybe keep Pam company before she set herself on a physically blessed woman for the night. He sported an expensive silk dress shirt tucked tightly into black tailored jeans, subtly showing off his Viking muscled build and giving the patrons something worthy to look at, which was also why he’d pulled the sleeves up to his elbow. He gave a small jerk of his head, throwing a few stray locks away and using his hand to run through the silky goldenness or ultimate gorgeousness. Once he was satisfied he rose and walked out of his office, roving his hand over the new table against the wall he’d recently bought but had yet designed a purpose for. The vampire dancers in the main floor moved well to the music, using their vampire speed at certain intervals and ultimately entrancing their human audience. Since it was still a bit early, humans numbered more than vampires, and already small gatherings and crowds formed around the present vampires and against platforms where his dancers earned their money’s worth.

A vampire offers him a bottle of True Blood and almost wistfully he takes it, taking a swig before leaving it on the bar counter and walking towards his throne. He saw a lone woman at the bar, and he grinned despite himself. Humans-so amusing, no wonder they got vampires into such trouble.

Speaking of which, two male groupies placed themselves in Eric's path, and since he was in a good mood he took the time to stop and hear them out. One male, in his early fourties, was with a friend about 5 years younger, and from their scent alone Eric could tell they were horny ass fuckers, and drunk to top it off.