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Club Dolphin was only moderately packed on a week night, its party lights off and its stronger drinks flowing freely. Atlas could, with all honesty, say he was bored of the night already and it had hardly begun. In contrast, Laszlo could say he was high off his tits. Nadja was busy pole dancing on the banister between the upper and lower decks and Nandor was attempting a ‘new’ dance on the dance floor. Guillermo was at home disposing of the lastest dead body that the three drank of.
Laszlo half sauntered, half tripped over to the bar where Atlas was sat. “Exciting night, isn’t it?” Atlas snorted into his drink, “The only thing that could excite me right now is if I died and came back to life.” He finished his drink, pushing away from the bar and Laszlo in turn. Laszlo narrowed his eyes in the way only a truly non-sober person can, “Challenge accepted,” he mumbled and followed Atlas out.
Atlas woke up in an unfamiliar room, sitting up from an unfamiliar floor. He groaned and then promptly sighed when he tasted blood in his mouth, “Who did I fucking fight this time?” “No one, luv. Unless you want to classify what we did as fighting,” Laszlo smirked as he stretched. “Well, I certainly didn’t have any Bloody Mary’s,” Atlas shot back. “More like some Bloody Laszlo’s,” Laszlo winked and got up. Atlas stood up with him, noting it was still dark outside.
“What time is it?” Laszlo squinted at a far clock, “Half nine.” Atlas frowned, “Why is it still dark out then?” Laszlo snorted, “Well, you see, when the sun goes down...” Atlas glared at him, “Impossible. We just partied the night away.” Laszlo slowly took a few steps back, “Well... We partied A night away.” Atlas’ glare deepened, “A night?” he asked darkly. Laszlo gave a weak chuckle, “I may have turned you into a vampire?” ... “YOU WHAT, MATE?”