Lestat walked through the crowded dance floor of the tragically hip yet wonderfully decadent New York club. All around him young mortals tried to each his eye. He let his gaze linger on a few, a hint of a smile the only promise that he might come back later. A few smiled back. He admired their directness.
He turned the corner by the bar and decided to order himself a drink, or perhaps see if any of the pretty hangers on would buy one for him as though doing so might lead to something more - which it possibly would.
He leaned up against the polished wood of the bar, signalling to the bartender. Only then did he notice who was sitting beside him.
"Why, Jessica. Fancy meeting you here."
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