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Aurin is on the communication crystal with Mial, mid-whine about his most recent breakup (he liked this one!), gradually becoming less deaf to attempts to change the subject, when the crystal abruptly goes dead.
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goldeneye
"Well, I went and acted all heroic so at least I know vampires are reasonably likely to flee from growly dragons."
eversomuchfun
"Most of them, yes. And if they attack you anyway you can always progress to setting them on fire."
goldeneye
"Definitely more comfortably in my repertoire. Do you happen to know if the pleasanter nightlife requires a membership or a cover charge or anything that might cut into my loan?"
eversomuchfun
"Nothing along those lines. It wouldn't be nearly so convenient a hunting ground otherwise."
goldeneye
Aurin sighs, then says, "Thank you for showing me the entrance," and goes out and flies to the pleasanter nightlife.
It's a club. There's music. There's drinks. There's dancing. There's young adult humans. No one seems to be overtly luring anyone else into any alleys, but maybe they've learned to be subtle about it.
goldeneye
Aurin does not buy any drinks - he doubts, somehow, that they have redreed wine, and he's not going to burn through his limited currency just for flavor. He gets water and dances with the young adult humans, trying to tire himself out to the point that napping will appeal.
Conversation is limited by the noise, but some of the young adult humans give him appreciative looks. It is unclear whether they are appreciating his value as an attractive boy or as a snack.
goldeneye
Well. He's going to be optimistic. Although he can't exactly take any girls back to the spartan little crypt, now, can he ("welcome to my recent acquaintance's crypt, he's not here because he's nocturnal so get cozy, look, the crypt contains like four objects") so unless somebody preemptively offers her place he'll probably skip the usual results of evenings like this.
burning-gold
There is no shortage of girls to dance with, but none seem inclined to take him home with them. Alas.
Will he settle for a boy? This one seems interested!
Will he settle for a boy? This one seems interested!
goldeneye
Eh, he's probably going to have to resign himself to not getting laid tonight, and everybody he interacts with is another snippet of data about local culture. He will flirt back at the boy a little.
burning-gold
The boy is very flirtatious.
The boy indicates, through such words as may be exchanged over the music, that he might like to get to know Aurin better outside.
The boy indicates, through such words as may be exchanged over the music, that he might like to get to know Aurin better outside.
goldeneye
Well, there are two possibilities here. One, this is a flirty boy who wants to make out in some fresh air. If this is correct, then Aurin gets to make out with a flirty boy: this is far from the worst way to spend an evening, even if he's wistful about that one brunette in the red and the petite one in the platform heels not being interested. Two, this is a vampire who wants to suck Aurin's blood. If it's that, then if Aurin turns him down he'll pick up somebody else, and successfully drink their blood. Aurin, by contrast, is a firebreathing dragon.
Aurin smiles at the flirty boy and goes outside with him.
burning-gold
Whatever else he wants, the flirty boy does prove to want to make out with Aurin in some fresh air!
goldeneye
Aaaaand now Aurin's got fangs too. Scales, horns, claws, the works, this is not a partial transformation.
"Really?" he says. "Really?" Smoke. Growl.
"Really?" he says. "Really?" Smoke. Growl.
goldeneye
"That is not how you treat somebody who makes out with you!" snaps Aurin. "Bad vampire, no dinner. Shoo." And on shoo the smoke becomes a teeny bit of fire. Not enough to catch on anything.
burning-gold
The vampire jumps slightly.
"Okay, okay," he says, reverting to non-fanged face and backing away. "Wow. This is not my night. The last guy turned out to be the Slayer."
"Okay, okay," he says, reverting to non-fanged face and backing away. "Wow. This is not my night. The last guy turned out to be the Slayer."
goldeneye
Aurin puts his fangs away. "I have heard a rumor that there are relatively easy ways to shoplift animal blood," he remarks. "You could also try asking for small quantities. This works wonders for some vampire populations' social reputations."