#cirevent

Having not had any blood in a few days, Sebastian felt the cravings more than ever. So, he had found the dumbest one at the party, and compelled her to come with him. He took her to the back of the party, as out of view as possible and he told her that it wouldn’t hurt and how it would only take a second. After-all, Sebastian wouldn’t kill her. They were at a party for crying out loud. He would just need one little bite. He touched the side of her face and grinned, is it going to hurt? she asked and he shook his head. 

Time to get to work, and hopefully the tips would be worth it. As the night went on and the demand for drinks continued to grow, so did the need for another bartender. Cayden slipped behind the counter taking his place among familiar bottles and glasses, and quickly falling into the rapid movement of the customer's demands. "Not for you." He said as he irritably batted a hand away from a mixed drink. "If you want something, ask, don't snatch shit."

Hues of orange and pink painted the sky as the sun began to see over East End. Ellie’d spent most of the day with friends, playing games and day drinking — actually having a good time. But, now as her stomach growled she was on a mission to find food, crystalline orbs scanning the various festival eateries. “What do you think,” she asked the person standing closest to her. “Nachos, Loaded Pulled Pork Cheese Fries, or Pizza?”

“You know, this place is definitely not what I imagined it to be. I seriously think my assumptions have been dampened by watching too many episodes of Chicago Fire.” Typical Avery. When he should be more concerned of what was to come, he found a TV Show reference to ease his nerves. “I wonder if they’ll let us test out that fire pole. Or wait--does that mean that I want to become like a stripper, because yeah that’s definitely not something I ever want to happen.”

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