"Yeah, I shouldn\'t be too late," he assured Will\'s back with false brightness, but he cursed himself immediately afterwards because he wasn\'t sure why he\'d said such a thing, especially in that tone. He\'d sounded like... a fifties housewife assuring her darling husband that she wouldn\'t take long to subserviently collect all the groceries she\'d need to feed him before she was back where she was supposed to be. In his house. Fuck that.
Shaking his head at himself, he raced up the stairs out of the basement and headed for his own bedroom. He managed to shower, dress up and ride out of the garage on his bike without seeing Will again, wondering idly what it would be like to be blood-connected to someone to the point that you never had to wonder where they were, or what they were doing. You just knew. He was fairly sure his own sire was dead, because he didn\'t have even a faint pull to anywhere in the world any more, and it seemed strange, at times, to think about being untethered.
Especially when there was still a desire in him to be tethered to someone.
Risk welcomed him with the fervour he was looking for and he was sorry that Wild Hunt weren\'t playing. He missed Vivi. she\'d stopped taking his calls and turning up to see her after gigs hadn\'t worked out for him so well after that one time and then... well, he\'d more or less forgotten the taste of her by now. All he really remembered was that he\'d liked her taste almost as much as he liked newborn babies\' blood and that he wanted to try it again on principle, someday.
He threw himself into the throng of abandon that was the dance floor, glaring at some guy that wanted to rub up against his ass before he did the same thing to a lesbian that spat curses at him. Eventually, he found a rhythm and a partner that he liked and she was willing to go with him to one of the feeding rooms, so his night immediately improved. When she asked if she could bring her friend - who was way chunkier, but still pretty and too shy and self-conscious to hunt any action out for herself - his night rate just about shot through the roof.
The three of them were occupied for an hour in the feeding room and he not only came twice (a number each girl almost trebled by the time he was done with her), but he was so full of blood that his boots practically sloshed when he walked. They left the room and he made sure they got some food to give them strength before they left club and he awkwardly drove them home on his bike. He dropped the outgoing one off first, because it\'d turned out that the chubby one was quite a wildcat in bed and he gave her the treat of another climax on the bike, out the front of her parents\' house, before he let her go.
When he got home three hours after he\'d left, then, he walked out of the garage with a very satisfied smirk flitting about his mouth, his face and fingers reeking of dried-up pussy juices (and his cock too, for that matter) and his body singing a happy, contented song. He wanted nothing more than to end the night with another shower and perhaps a movie watched with Will from their shared couch. He went seeking his roommate to make the proposition even as he thought of it, not thinking too much about how he smelled.
