Night's Omen

Mike had decided to check out All Hallows after a call from a very drunk Frank one night raving about it. So he showed up and was indeed impressed with the outside. The place was way nicer than the shitholes back at home in gator country. He was way more cooperative with the bouncer than his buddy Frank, and quickly handed his Glock, knives and stakes to Marius and took his claim check. Once through the door he headed straight for a bar stool to assess the place.

For about a dozen songs Mike sat there in a daze, flabbergasted by all the flesh around him. It was the greatest show on earth! He felt like a damn kid at a circus, but without the creepy ass clowns. As he pounded down his 5th or 6th or errrr uhh 8th, shot of Jager, he decided that was enough of that. He grabbed his grabbed his beer and headed for what he and his friends had always called perverts row...the very front along the stage. But before he got there he accidentally but very literally ran over another man.

OH SH-- is all Mike could think when he turned and reached down to help the man up. When the strobes flashed Mike noticed the red eyes. Oh shit oh shit o shit Cobra...He hoped it wasn't the Cobra that ran Onyx, since all he knew of the guild was its leaders name, and his shifter nature. Mike quickly reached down to help the man up while stammering...errr slurring out an apology

"Hey....maaaaan I'm fukken sorry dude, did't see you I was too busy looking at all this action...lemme hel ya up"

Mike extended his hand down to the man he had knocked over....

Eden had excellent reflexes and speed, and he wasn't exactly a tiny man, so he wasn't used to impacting the floor unintentionally.  He got completely bowled over, from behind, by this man, though.  He wasn't pleased, but he accepted the hand out simply to be polite.

"Thank you, and it's not a problem," he answered loudly to be heard over the music, brushing his clothing off as he straightened himself.

Well, if THAT wasn't undignified.

"Enjoying yourself?"  He couldn't help but ask it, mostly because of the drunken slurring.  Obviously, the man was.

Mike was indeed enjoying himself. He's hunter's salary was nice, and he enjoyed being able to splurge on outings like this. But it was NOT good that he had just plowed over this cobra, even if the cobra didn't seem too offended. He looked at the man's red eyes again, he HAD to be related to Lucien. Mike had met the Guild Leader once, and of course..the eyes were what stuck out most in his head.

"Hell yeah man, having a great time..this place is fucking awesome. Except that I think they have a problem with some of their technical stuff...a couple of those lights have been acting funny and going out of sync, and the music levels are kinda sketchy. But I bet they have a hell of a system running all this shit, I'd love to play with it...oh shit man I'm being rude, my name's Mike Anderson.."

Mike held out his hand again to Eden in introduction. He really would kill to work at a place like this...hot chicks, amazing lighting effects. Just the thought of playing with all that hardware made Mike more excited than the last lap dance (lucky number 13 or 14 or something) he had bought.