Stiffening in the groin.
Whose groin?
Yes, Judas cooed softly in Nikolai's ear. Eagerness, a good quality in prey. Such a pretty prey. Tightness in his chest -- a blackness festered like a storm. The grip of fulfillment of the dark needs near at hand. Judas screamed, a swirling mass of black that pushed out from behind his eyes for a peek. A child at a zoo. Watch the caged creatures. Watch them. Fuck them. Devour them. TakehimtakehimtakeHIMTAKEHIMTAKEHI--
Nikolai's mouth curled into something seductive and his heroin went back into the pocket it was procured from. Feet touched ground in one fluid motion and the vampire slipped off the stool. A wad of cash appeared in his hand and he peeled off a twenty and put it under the Little Boy's empty glass. Heavily, Nikolai slapped a hand onto the Little Boy's shoulders and forced him to spin, facing the back of the club.
GOBACKTOSLEEP
Little Boy, his hands heavy on those warm tender shoulders. Party time.
partytimepartytimepartyTimePartyTIMEPARTYTIMEPART --
Nikolai led - pushed - the human towards the bathroom, both guiding him under the guise of something that felt like excitement, and forcing him if his mind changed and tried to run. Back, through the club, past the leather giants, the bloody-nosed blondes, through the human stench and rancor. Dark hallway, left turn, second door on the right. He knew the way well.
The push door swung inwards with a loud creak, banging closed behind him. Grimy and indelicate in its purpose. A single stall with a bathroom mirror, sink, and toilet. The tiled floor looked dirty and it was, the whole room smelling of bleach and piss. Nikolai locked the door behind himself.
He could count the creatures crawling on the toilet back and needed them gone. He wiped the little mongrels away with his arm first, smattering their green guts on the bone-colored porcelain. Toilet paper took care of the rest, yes clean now, and he made sure to get every last bit off. Almost satisfied with how clean it was, he tapped a small amount of powder out on the porcelain. With expert skill Nikolai set himself about cutting the dope into thin rails with an expired credit card that he kept specifically to cut. Without speaking to the human, he took out a rolled dollar, pressed and used to perfection. The show must go on. Judas snorted one of the lines with absolutely no effect. The human wouldn't know that, though. Too dark in the bar to spot Nikolai as anything other than human and so far his tics hadn't been expressed in any inhuman way - yet.
Powder stuck to the membranes of his nose and did nothing more. Nikolai scrunched his face for show, gripped his nose and sniffed, looking back at the boy with fakely glazed eyes and watched to see if this little brat had any idea what the fuck he had just gotten himself into, alone in a bathroom with Judas.
"Well?" Nikolai said, rubbing his nose and leaning on the wall so his groin was - casually, incidentally - at eye level with the toilet. There was no attempt at hiding his arousal. "Show me what you got, kid."