Dwight wandered into the upper level of Avalon, the limitations on available feeding fresh on his mind. He needed contacts, allies, and much more to establish himself in vampiric society and this was going to be very difficult if he couldn’t muster enough available blood to keep his beast from growling.
Dwight had chosen appropriate clubbing attire in the sense that he remotely looked good enough to sleep with but gave a certain not trying hard enough to succeed. His small frame was covered with a nice brown and orange t shirt and not quite matching jeans.
Dwight headed right to the bar, moving to the music a bit and letting his eyes wander around and enjoy the view. When he finally reached the bar, he leaned over and smiled at the bartender. “Need a whisky sour to balance out the day I am having, so a double shot of whisky.”
Feeding
Outfit