Sean stands, leaning back, elbows resting on the bar, facing the crowd of the Avalon. He usually doesn't come in, but tonight they've actually given the techno-house music a rest and are hosting a couple of local speed-metal rock groups.

He notices a young man wearing a black t-shirt featuring the name of the headlining band, black bondage pants, and sporting black eye makeup and fingernail polish. Studded bracelets on his wrist and a spike through his eyebrow as well as a labret piercing.

The young man was walking around the club, seeming to be looking for someone or something. His behavior peaked Sean's curiosity and when he could he caught the man's eye, raising his chin to get his attention, then jerking his head in a motion that obviously said Come Here.

The kid walked up to where Sean was standing, took a look around, and then put one finger on the side of his nose with a meaningful look in Sean's eye.

Sean laughs, catching on to the signal immediately. He yells over the fast bass drum and the heavy, sweeping guitar riffs. "You wanna meet the White Lady?"

The kid grins and nods, and Sean jerks a thumb toward the door before pushing himself off the bar and walking outside. He slaps the doorman high five on the way out, then pinches the ass of a particularly striking olive skinned brunette who was waiting in line - grinning at her savagely. He walks about 20 yards down the sidewalk then makes a quick turn into an alley. Sean posts up under a flickering lightbulb outside a service door and the kid moves in close.

"Hey, I'm Chris. Dude, is it the good stuff, man? Last time I got some coke it was totally fucking bunk." the metal-kid says.

"No worries, bro. The name's Sean. This is the fire, man. Straight fish-scale. You won't be disappointed. So whaddya want?"

Chris grins excitedly, then asks "You got an 8-ball?"

Sean grins and pulls a balled up, tied up baggie from his pocket, flicking it at Chris, who digs $150 out of his pockets and hands it over to Sean. "Let's do some rails, bro."

Chris nods "Yeah, man. Cool."

He unties the bag and taps out some powder on the back of his hand, snorting up a large amount of the drug in his first hit. He pours a bit more out, going in for a second time. Then he lays one out for Sean who leans forward and snorts the line, even if he doesn't feel it.

Chris dumps out another pile on his hand and leans forward, sucking it up his nose. He shudders, looking up at the night sky, snorting back the residuals of the coke in his nostrils. He closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the drug.

That's when Sean grabs him firmly, totally catching young Chris by surprise. He pushes him against the wall just out of the range of the flickering light, where he bites into his neck. Drinking his fill from the geeked up metal-head. As he finishes, and licks the wound away from the young man's neck, he's careful that the kid's bag doesn't spill on the street. They had exchanged goods and services, after all. He ties the kids bag back up for him and tucks it away in his pocket.

He can feel the effects of the cocaine surging through his body. If he'd had a heartbeat it would be loud and fast. As is he just felt excited, energized, and confident.

Sean goes back to the Avalon, maybe to see where that olive skinned brunette went. He leaves Chris dazed in the alley with his 8-ball and a headache when he finally comes to.