John walks into the club. The smell of cigar was refreshing to him. It reminded him of a simpler time. A time when men were men and Dames were Dames. There is something else another smell, that catches John by the stomach. Vitae was strong in this place. A rather attractive young lady greets John asking him where he would like to sit.
As he sits down, the young woman hands him a menu. The menu has a list of drinks he can order and of the cigars they sell. John picks out a twelve dollar cigar, a bit pricey for him but the smell would be wonderful. He also decides to partake in a glass of red wine. John needed to find more of his kind and this looked like a decent place.
It was full of potential vessels for someone to drain. He was sure that someone probably had been ceded this tract of land for their personal feeding ground, by the prince. Places like this had their rights owned by powerful vampires. John had been undead long enough to know that. All he had to do was wait for someone to get hungry. In the mean time he would enjoy a cigar and a glass of red wine. It would feel hollow for him but it would suffice until he could get the real red drink.