I am proof that addictions can always get worse. My name is Tommy Jones and i am a bloodsucking regular at this club. Every dealer and junkie in the city knows me. I am the guy who can always find your fix and all i ever really want in return is a quick little kiss...

The table in the upstairs corner might as well have my name on it. I'm here shortly after sunset every night. Peddling uppers to college chicks, downers to old hippies who never stay in the club. Meth to skinheads and crack to gang bangers. I don't care who you are, i have what you want... and you have what i want. Need...

Tonight has been a great success. I'm slumped back in my chair watching the people on the dance floor. I look halfway to drooling. You see i met a girl and this girl wanted heroine. She offered to blow me for it, but i had other plans.

Shes still here. A whoreish little thing with dyed hair and skinny legs. An out of work stripper she said. I'm guessing fired for all the track marks... But was a tasty drink in a cramped bathroom cell. Shes blasted out of her mind and slumped in the chair next to me.

She'll probably figure i fucked her. I don't care, I'm enjoying the high and watching the dance floor. I can only smile at the fact i promised myself I'd never shoot up a few years back. I'm living that promise now... I just bite people who shoot up instead.

So this is forever....

*The red zone. Hum not what she expected but was here anyways. Having cleaned up from the winter ave she desided she wanted to party. Still in her tight bue jeans and tank top. She takes a gander around thinking of her next meal. Chika of course sticking to shadows so not to cause any kind of scene. She had heard of this clue so she was expecting a LOT more. Then again she is use to constant excitment......this wasn't it but........it was amusing. She walked out onto the dance floor...dance.......ya right. All it is is sex while standing up.....actually that was always fun. She entered the fray using her ....heh.....god given "talents" to bump and grind like the rest of them.*

Its very easy to spot our kind. Well, for me at least. When I'm spun i tend to lapse into auspex and watch the swirling vortex of auras on the dance floor.

So i zero in on Collio like she is the eye of the storm and watch her from my corner with blown pupils and all the movement of a wet rug.

*as if she had eyes in the back of her head she looks over to him as tommy watched her. She gives a smirk her deep eyes swirling almost like hurricians in her head. She seems as excited as an invisible lion in a herb of blind Antalops. She keeps that in check though. *

Its a slow trickle into my head that i don't indeed recognize this dead girl... And being that i might as well be bolted to this seat, that is a problem.

I sluggishly straighten up and try to clear some of the sand from my head... enough anyway to point a pale finger at Collio and make sure i've got her attention...

*She sees the finger pointed at her and she grins. Ah this will be fun. This reminded her of when she was in Kansas and the arch bishop would point his finger at her. So She did now what she did then. She walks over and jumps onto his lap. Straddling his lap facing him* Yes? *she gives him a grin her hands on her own thighs. Her shadow slips around the shadows to be behind him. It shakes its head.*

Sudden movement is bad, very bad...

I give her a deer in the headlights look. Run me over, I'm ready...

I look her over up close with wasted inhibitions and blown pupils. My voice is a bit ragged. Calling it smokey would be an overstatement...

'Your uh.. Who the fuck are you?..'

brilliant.

*She loved that look. The Arch Bishop never gave her that look. So loved it a lot* Collio. Hi how are you *she didn't really need to hear the answer to that he was completely wasted. The temptation was there. It was hard to resist but she did it. * who are you. Your rather cute. Even if your toasty *a grin as if that were an inside joke*

'Toasty?..' i clearly have no idea what shes talking about.

i shrug forward a bit, looking from her collarbone to her ear.

'I'm Tommy, Tommy Jones.. Or T.J... whatever you wanna call me.You new to town?'

I'm almost ready for my sales spiel. Sultan of smack, Racker of crack, Commandant of Cocaine... I should be on alert. New faces should make me think of dirty Sabbat psychopaths... But a near overdose of heroine diluted with lovely young blood will make you think a lot of stupid things...

*She would beg to differ. She isn't sabbat any more at least since the last city kinda imploded on its self.* Yes *she tilts her head a little watching him. He would make a really cute pet. She wondered how he would feel about pain. *

Well we're almost getting somewhere.

'Well then..' I begin. slouching back a bit again to poke an accusing finger at her collarbone. 'Who the fuck are you?'

I told you *She takes his finger and bites the tip of it. Not with her fang but like a teasing bit almost as if it were a side thought* I am Collio. More accuratly I am Collio Blade Smiles a pleasure to meet you *yes she was still straddling his lap. Hell he never told her to get off. So She's still there.*

I never told her to get off, and i really have no intention to.

'Well then, Collio Blade Smiles.' I begin, with only a hint of a slur. 'Whats your poison? '

I tug my finger away from her, looking past her for just a second.

*She gives a grin a grin covered in wickedness. was this man a bartender? no....user? obviously...seller? Oh this was going to be good* I'm sure you don't have my poison *She adjusts slightly to get comfortable. She was going to like this town. *

I almost look insulted. I use two fingers on her chin to make sure i have her undivided attention. Staring with blown pupils i demand. 'Fucking try me.'

*She looks deep into his eyes her deep blue eyes not even looking worried. He had her attention that much is very clear.* Then what do you suggest? *She never took drugs. Then again never say no to her. she would do it just to spite you. Thats how she got into explosives*

'Well... seeing as your intake, like mine, is a bit restrictive...'
I glance around, mainly at the passed out skank beside me.

'Ive got enough blow to kill a horse, if you'd rather be low have a taste of this girl and we can dope someone else up for you to have your fill..'

I am wasted exploitative immortality. A leech in two respects.

'Up to you. High or low?'

*She ponders* actually I am thinking something more of a tranquilizer. Something that will make you feel like your floating but makes you painfully away where you are *She grins as if reliving a memory. Apparently a good memory from the grin* something that hightens the scenes but something that makes you unable to move. Do you have anything like that?

I narrow my eyes at the girl in my lap. ' Your one weird little bitch...'

I seem to think a moment, as best as one can given the drugs in my head.

'Were talking prescrïption tranquilizers... I can get them. How much are you looking for? '

oh I don't know enough to keep my happy *She grins he does seem to know what she's talking about. As for weird little bitch? hehe he has NOT idea. Her shadow seems a little more comfortable as it sits down basicly right next to him still keeping in the shadows so it almost but not quite looks like a part of him*