A set of headlights turn and pull into a nearby vacant lot, stopping near one of the overhead lights to reveal a dark sedan. It's driver's side opens to reveal a man looking to be in his mid thirties wearing a grey suit, taking a long drag from a cigar before tossing it onto the ground. Stepping over it and making his way towards the building in front of him, looking rather run down with it's sign flickering on and off at times. The neon sign once beautiful and faded still displayed the words "Serpent's Lair."
He couldn't help but notice that there were only two cars parked outside, a few more around back where the employees had parked. Rubbing his eyes and cursing under his breath before approaching the club, the lights outside making something glimmer on his tie. A small gold pin in the shape of a serpent, he reaches up to adjust it as one of the door guards steps out to meet him. The young man steps outside wearing a dark shirt and dress pants, a similar pin on his shirt near his security id. After a moment he recognizes his boss, offering a slight smile and welcoming him. "Mr. DeVarios, welcome sir."
He looks at the guard before grumbling back at him "spare the formalities and open the fucking door, Nick"
Nick just looks down, opening the double doors for his employer without another word. Watching the older man step inside before closing the doors behind him, waiting until he was inside before Nick mumbles back to him. "Yea, fuck you too Carl."
Carl walks inside, feeling more irritated by the minute at seeing the condition of the club. The entry way had a pair of dusty plants and a painting of some beautiful red-head naked with a large snake slithering across her body. He takes a moment to admire the painting before looking out into the main room, noticing a sultry red head named Candice serving drinks at the bar to some local guy he recognized from being on tv. He couldn't remember the story, just something about the man's family being attacked. Also the guy's daughter had gone missing and the man claimed his neighbor was some kind of monster.
"Well, I see the weirdos still come out at night."
Still standing in the doorway, Carl looks over to see a single girl performing on the stage. Knowing it had to be Tiffany who had always been one of his favorites, watching her perform for a single man who was sitting next to the stage. Smiling down at him, making sure the man could see the serpent tatoo on her inner thigh that matches the ones the rest of the girls have. The same exact marking as the pin on their boss' tie, but thats not what had the patron's attention. Rather it was the smooth skin covering those legs and leading up towards Tiffany's thighs as she sits down on the edge of the stage.
"Thats my girl" Carl mutters to himself before a hand gently touches his jacket, causing him to turn and see a barely 21ish brunette named Heather smiling back at him.
"Welcome to Serpents, I'm... oh, I didn't know it was you sir. Can I get you any th-"
A sudden and hard slap silences Heather's voice as she stumbles back away from her boss, instantly covering the side of her face while tears fill her eyes."
"Serpent's LAIR.. LAIR you stupid fucking bitch!"
Between the sound of him slapping Heather and Carl's angry yelling, the man at the bar stopped drinking to see what happened. Even Tiffany paused for a moment and the one man watching her performance looks back to see what happened. Feeling everyone's eyes on her, Heather slips past her boss to grab her keyes from the table and runs out the main entance. Walking past Nick and walking around the side of the club towards the back, trying to get her car keys before noticing a new vehicle parked next to hers. It looked out of place, it was a black sports car that she could only assume was one that belonged to her boss.
Slowly taking her hand off her face and noticing her reflection in the glass of this other car, her anger pushing reasoning aside as she growls to herself. "You like snakes you motherfucker?" A slight smile comes across Heather's lips, feeling her tears drying as she places the tip of her keys against the smooth black paint covering the car. Feeling it cut and scratch as she keys the sports car, turning her hand to cut letters into it's side. She only gets half way through the word "serpent" before feeling a hand grab her wrist, easily pulling it away from the car.
Expecting it to either be Nick or Carl stopping her, she turns around only to be pushed back against the car. Surprise washing over her face as Heather is now face to face with an angry woman she had never met. A tall and athletic looking blonde who still had her wrist in a painful grip, restraining her with one hand while placing another against the car. Careful to make sure Heather couldn't slip away, taking a step closer so the stripper could get a better look at her captor. Noticing a jungle type necklace around her neck, and a black dress hugging her toned form. Thinking this was probably just one of the boss' whores who was waiting for him near the car, Heather tries to tell her off.
Just as the stripper is about to say something, a low lion-like growl rumbles within this woman as her eyes take on a reddish tint. Her dark lips peel back to reveal a set of upper and lower fangs before Heather decides to remain quiet.
"There a reason you decided to key my fucking car, or is this what you usually do when taking your breaks?"
"You can tell Carl I don't have to put up with his bullshit anymore, or yours. Nice contacts and fake fangs by the way, but the vampire themed clubs are a few towns over."
The woman laughs, flicking her wrist a little and forcing Heather to drop the keys on the ground. "Oh, I'm not a vampire... I never understood their drama. I'm immortal, I can do whatever I fucking want, oh god I'm so depressed."
Heather could only watch as this woman actually lets go and steps back from her, shaking her head a little before asking "who are you?"
Hearing this, the woman turns away from Heather and looks across the vacant parking lot. Smiling to herself and licking her fangs, a low purr rumbling within her before allowing her feline tail to drop down from under the back of her dress. Making sure the young woman could see it moving on it's own before turning around to face her, patches of soft fur starting to emerge from the woman's skin. "I... am The Rak-Sasha."
Inside the club, in the office upstairs a tiny wisp of smoke drifts infront of the large window near the walkway that overlooks the main room. Carl leans back in his chair, taking another long drag off another cigar as he shakes his head. The desk infront of him covered in papers, past due notes and collection notices. He had known the club had been losing money for a long time, now it was threatening to end the whole operation. Nervously running his fingers through his hair and pushing some of the papers onto the floor, asking himself in a desperate voice "how am I gonna get these greedy bastards to leave me alone?"
"Have you tried slapping them or yelling at them, like you did that little slut who ran out crying?"
The sound of a woman's voice he had never heard before startles the seasoned club owner, sitting up from behind his chair and looking towards the door to his office. Quickly putting his cigar down while his other hand reaches down into his desk, palming a handgun he kept in case of any uninvited guests. Carl could see the outline of this woman standing in the doorway before she steps inside, closing the door behind her and allowing the man to see this sultry blonde in her black dress.
