[...Continued from Somerville] Leaving Claire to sleep off the hangover of inheriting the power of becoming a ghoul, Liam heads out to feed. He hits up some of the major clubs, at this time of night it was as busy as they would get, but fresher's week was over and it was a Monday, leaving the city quieter than he would have liked after such a draining day. Walking past Baby Love however, an unmistakable 'woo' goes up as a cheesy pop song comes on. He was in luck. She's into new sensations Liam silently crosses the threshold, nodding to the bouncer who knows him from his regular performances there. Black cats and voodoo dolls He unzips his leather jacket and glides onto the dance floor where he casts his eyes over the unmistakable sashes, bunny ear headbands and short skirts I feel a premonition He takes in the scent of too much perfume, sweat and raging hormones That girls gonna make me fall He throws up his arms right as the bridge kicks in and throws himself into the midst of the group. Truth be told, he didn't much care for Ricky or the overmanufactured song, but acting like it was the perfect throwback to his teens was what was required here, he sang into a blow up phallus that was offered to him and strummed an imaginary guitar - a practice he loathed - right through the song. An instant hit with the group, he soon found himself being grinded on by some 30 somethings desperate to show they were having a good time and finding easy targets to feed on was almost too easy. 10 minutes later he has his fangs deep in the bride-to-be outside of the toilets - a point of personal pride for him to make sure he would feature heavily in her head on her wedding night - before her maid of honour emerges a moment later, clearly wiping mascara from her eyes. The scent of salt wasps over the air, informing him of another easy target. He winks at her, turning on the Irish charm. "Can I get ye sum't t'drink?" Cut forward 3 minutes and they are sat on some stools by the bar, whilst she explains over a blue drink how ok she is that her friend is getting married first even though she had always imagined it would be her, because she really needs to focus on her right now anyway. She slurrs her speech as Liam runs a hand up her thigh under the table. They are interrupted a moment later as two other members of the party come and drag Liam back onto the dancefloor as B*witched start playing, because sureley he must love them, being Irish and all . 3 songs later though and he is in the alley behind the club, Samantha, that was her name, was moaning with pleasure as he drank from her, hand up her skirt until she falls away breathing heavily. "Wow, I feel like a teenager again." Liam licks the wound closed, but he knows it's too late, she was too smart and aware and she knew exactly what had happened. In for a penny. "I play here Thursdays, little more modern stuff than this, but you should come see me play." "Uhuh, I'm not done with you, come back with me. Just let me say goodbye first." "You want them to see you leave with me don't you?" She nods, he grins and they head back into the bar. Four hours later, he's heading back from her flat towards his own, texting Mehdi as he goes. Shit is getting real, Come over as soon as you get this.
