Devi was confused, more than confused. How did he end up in this situation? The last thing he remembered was that a coy stranger shoved him into the back of a carriage heading for the dark woods of Amyteville - right after crashing into a high cliff. At high noon. Firking, Alyesia seemed persuasive. Perhaps more-so than Devi could admit, but anyhow, he ended up... Where? He sat in the local Darkovian inn, trying to get his thoughts together as the misfit crowd at the bar cheered for more drinks to pass around. Devi looked anxious as the patrons eyed him with instinctual hunger, he struggled to get his thoughts together.
This FACT wouldn't be SO awful if the customers at this rowdy nightclub turned out to be humans, but they weren't. they were the some of the worst bargainers imaginable! They were... Vampire-traders. That's right. Devi had found himself right in the middle of a rabid rave-party. And the looks they were giving him suggested that he'd be next on their limited menu... UNLESS-!
"Muaha." responded an elder vampire, by the name of... Rafi the Impaler, "There's a lot... At stake, wouldn't you say, meatloaf? We only serve the living impaired."
Devi gave a grim look at his hidden and ingrown claws, full of dirt from the grave. "I'm only staying for a little while! There's no tab on the drinks?" Devi managed to squeak out, terrified. The Vampires laughed in irony at the naive mecha pilot. "Relax, it's only the Unhappy hour, there's FREE DRINKS, and a fresh supply... out there." Rafi pointed to the barrels out the back, dripping with some distinct reddish-hued 'sauce', there was another tap for the same blueish liquid. Devi's eye twitched with fear at this, but the Rafi's hands snapped onto his arm.
"It's 'tomato sauce' for the rest of the bat clan," replied Rafi with a thick accent, giving a wink at the rest who knowingly chuckled and tilted their small glasses and martini. "It is after all! HALLOWEeeeeeEEEeeEN!" Rafi gave a raspy cheer that sounded more like a screech and Devi clasped his large hands over his pointed ears. The cry broke several glasses behind the bar. The gloomy atmosphere subsided instantly, as the others glared. "RAFI!" the un-proud undead responded.
"Oops, my bad." responded the living impaired, sighing, "That'll cost a fortune!" Another patron glided into the bar, before morphing into a tuxedo pretty-boy vampire, with bleached hair... he glittered with the moonlight. "Ah, Eduardo, whatya have?"
"NO TABS. This is the whim of a Hunter, Rafi. and if I hear about Tetris and his idiotic escapades with that SLAYER one more time-!!!" Eduardo replied, snapping before staring at Devi. A slow smile crept on his gaunt face. "But I'll pass for a bit-" Suddenly there was an interruption and the Vampires grew silent with... uh, silent rapture.
Alyesia appeared through the curtains, dressed in a stipperific costume. The other vampires stopped ganging up and started drooling at this display, whereas Devi looked ... floored, "Oh my Lorithia, MY EYES! I cannot unsee that!". Haunted and jaunty music drifted through the curtains. "I like sweet tonic and I cannot lie, why don't you patronise?"