Sarah had never been one for nightclubs in life. She still found them distasteful now that she was dead - they were usually packed spaces, full of sweaty, oversexed twenty-somethings (and people pretending to be twenty-somethings) that somehow had nothing better to do with their lives than party and dance and drink and put God knew what other substances into their bodies. Sarah's idea of a fun night had been - and was, in many ways - was curling up with a good book.
Or, spending time with Mark, back when that was a thing. Sarah closed her eyes and did her best to force thoughts of her sire/ex-boyfriend to the back of her mind. He was absolutely the last person she wanted to think about.
Of course, she had another reason to hate nightclubs, now that she was dead - all those active, sweaty, blood-filled people set her Beast off, raging in hunger at their presence, wanting to feed. To glut on all available blood until there was no more room for more in her body, until she had overstuffed herself.
Sarah didn't have to fight too hard to keep her Beast in check right now, thankfully, but she could hear it -well, feel it, more like - seething at the edges of her concsious mind.
Of all the many things she hated about being a vampire, the Beast was the worst. Sarah had always prided herself on being rational, controlled and moderate. The Beast was none of these things. It was all furious instict, and the way it raged - or more often, cowered in blind terror -when she encountered other vampires for the first time was only worse. Thankfully she'd inspire no anger in the Priscus' beast, but she had to brace herself for her Beast's reaction when she saw David Regan for the first time. Once she was directed to the door into the back, Sarah paused just outside, took a physically unnessesary but mentally helpful deep breath and stepped inside, looking for the Priscus.
Sarah was wearing a red plaid button-shirt over a white t-shirt, khaki pants and black sneakers. Not really a clubbing outfit, but she hadn't brought a whole lot of clothes with her when she'd fled L.A. When she found Priscus Regan - she had a general idea of his appearance - she greeted him with a small smile and a slight bow - she didn't know if he wanted one of those, but with Courts and Princes and all that going on, Sarah figured she couldn't go too wrong with a bow.
"Priscus Regan. Are there any formalities in greeting you I should be aware of? I would prefer to avoid causing offense."