Anastasia Irina Dumitru had, for the first time in an exceedingly long time, decided to have a night out. She tried to recall the last time she had come to this club. One decade? Two? It was difficult to recall. Still, she<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>known here, though she’d endured the Doorkeeper’s unpleasant test. It had gotten her a comfortable little cushioned booth in a corner, and a glass of blood mixed with champagne, that made it pleasantly fizzy and light. Her preferred drink, when she was relaxing.<br/><br/>Generally, she preferred to people-watch, observing those coming in and out, occasionally recognizing a familiar figure. It had seemed a good time to be away from home, as her humans were… what was the term…<span style="font-style: italic">upgrading</span>the wiring. She’d been driven half mad by the scraping noises she heard as the wires were dragged through the walls to replace the ones that were old and unreliable. Not that she had so much as commented on it - it was necessary work, after all, and they were doing their best not to bother her overmuch with it. She had simply let a few people know she was going out, and where, if anything came up. One of her “children” would come find her if she were needed.<br/><br/>Her style of dress set her apart as one of the older vampires in the room, hailing from somewhere in the late middle ages. The dress wasn’t so old as that, of course, and her gowns had to be custom made due to that, but it was what she was most comfortable in. So long as she wasn’t trying to blend in with the normal human populace, she would continue on as she had for the last several centuries.<br/><br/>Taking another sip of her drink, she watched another man enter, her eyes idly following him as he made his way to the bar. She didn’t recognize this one. Perhaps he was new since the last time he had come here, or maybe she simply needed to get out more.