There are many things to be said against the clubs. They are dark, they are full of people, they are full of people doing stupid things.
None of which was a problem for David, save the other problem with Clubs. They were prime targets for other Kindred, and for an unacknowledged kindred, hunting in another's choice grounds was a great way to run into trouble.
Thankfully there was this new business, Starbucks.
A great place to read and catch up with new linguistic changes, to see how people acted and reacted to each other, to see what fashions were common, and to peruse through history.
David was getting close to finishing the "Our American Century" 90s book, living on his Blush, and was processing all the changes that had happened since he slept almost half a century off.
Spying a girl who was looking too flustered and frustrated for the books she seemed so intent on highlighting every page, closed his own book and glided over to her.
A few hesitant stumbles over his sentences, and his bookishness went from endearing to annoying, and she suddenly gained a new fascination with Contrat Law volume II page 963.
David sighed into his defeat, and went back to reading his book till the store kicked him out, before he went on with his night. Perhaps he would find some small animal to track down.
Arriving back near his home, he was surprised to see a mangy dog digging through the trash next to an alley. Seeing an empty coast, he rush the dog, and jumped on it, pinning it beneath him. A quick bite and then he lay there, as he slowly drained the life from the dog. Discarding the body into the dumpster, he headed home.

first choice failure