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Mar. 19th, 2006 08:47 pmPepper had the night off, and she was enjoying the hustle and bustle of being on the streets without any place to go. Strolling along, she wasn't really paying much attention to anyone or anything for a change.
Before she knew it she was in the entertainment district, the clubs stretching for miles along both sides of the dark streets. She was stopped by a group of pale faced, leather clad goth wanna-be's in front of an old warehouse style dance club. Amused at first by the compliments and playful banter she flirted for a while. But the jokes soon got old, and the innuendos more and more obvious - and vulger. After a few minutes, however she was sick of the attitude, sick of their thinly disguised comments about her body and what they'd do with it. Leaning in to tell them she had to leave, she got a close look at one of the guys by street lamp light. Red eyes, pale flesh. Shit, a vamp. Or a poser with a really expensive pair of contacts. But she was betting on the vamp. And not one of Deacon's either. This was not a good thing. After all, none of Deacon's clubs were around here, and she was still blocks away from familiar territory. Making excuses, and pointing over her shoulder she backed up, and crossed the street and ducked into one of the small side bars.
A few minutes later she stood in the corner sipping her rum and coke, and listening to the music on the juke box. Turning her head, Pepper lifted her cellphone to call for a ride back to the penthouse. She never saw them follow in behind her.
Before she knew it she was in the entertainment district, the clubs stretching for miles along both sides of the dark streets. She was stopped by a group of pale faced, leather clad goth wanna-be's in front of an old warehouse style dance club. Amused at first by the compliments and playful banter she flirted for a while. But the jokes soon got old, and the innuendos more and more obvious - and vulger. After a few minutes, however she was sick of the attitude, sick of their thinly disguised comments about her body and what they'd do with it. Leaning in to tell them she had to leave, she got a close look at one of the guys by street lamp light. Red eyes, pale flesh. Shit, a vamp. Or a poser with a really expensive pair of contacts. But she was betting on the vamp. And not one of Deacon's either. This was not a good thing. After all, none of Deacon's clubs were around here, and she was still blocks away from familiar territory. Making excuses, and pointing over her shoulder she backed up, and crossed the street and ducked into one of the small side bars.
A few minutes later she stood in the corner sipping her rum and coke, and listening to the music on the juke box. Turning her head, Pepper lifted her cellphone to call for a ride back to the penthouse. She never saw them follow in behind her.
