Dance: Urban Fantasy

The dance club was hoppin'. The ladies were gorgeous, the men were suave, the drinks were cold, the music was hot, and he felt alive for the first time that day. He'd only found the place yesterday, and he'd gone home at 2 AM still riding the surge of adrenaline. Street lights shone like strobes, college girls hurrying home looked like dancers, and he laughed and patted the shoulder of the bum who menacingly asked him for change, because bouncers never hurt anybody who didn't break the rules. He'd dragged himself through work the next day, falling asleep over drawings for the next line of Smiffy's Super Soup despite the deadlines.


Inspiration: "Glass Danse" by The Faint
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Kinda writes itself. It's a vampire club. Not a club for vampires; the club itself is a vampire. And the ending is an accommodation of sorts being reached, not the trite escaped/destroy ending.