<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/83DGk8M.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abbie Jensen<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nocturne's Front Dance Hall, at a table near the dance floor.<br/><strong>With:</strong>The rest of the staff<br/><hr/><br/>Tobias' choices of words were interesting. He was the boss around here, and displayed all the gentleness of a father figure, mixed with the firmness and precision that came with handling a business, especially one which required a perfect coordination between it's every actors. An iron hand in a velvet glove. He was one of the few people she respected deeply for many reasons, one of which being he had accepted to take her in.<br/>Abbie was sitting at a table, right next to the crowd of vampires gathered on the dance floor. Legs crossed, a drink in her hand, her back turned to Tobias, her attitude showed she seemingly did not care about the speech. Far from it, she was actually dissecting it, paying attention to every detail from the most obvious one like his choices of words, to the most subtle changes in his tone.<br/><br/>Dressed in a grey sleeveless shirt that barely extended past Abbie's flat chest, mini-shorts so tight they didn't do much to hide the thong which rode up to her hips, and a pair of black high heel ankle boots, the blonde vampire looked in every way like the sexually frustrated person she intended to act like tonight. The icing on the cake came in the dog collar she was wearing, to which was attached a leash, quite a provocant gesture. This game was all about making herself as intriguing as possible. The outfit by itself would only put her in the "I'm just waiting for someone to pick me up" category. But the nonchalant, almost haughty attitude, and the unsavory drink of which she sometimes took a sip in a way that almost made it seem like she was doing it a favor, definitely put her in the category of the person who knew precisely what they wanted.<br/><br/>Abbie was chewing on the straw, a way to keep herself occupied while listening to the big speech. She wasn't very eager to keep drinking, especially considering that the alcohol that once tasted decent enough now felt like drinking straight from the sewers. One of the cons of being a vampire was that anything that wasn't blood tasted awful. The cocktail was mainly there for Abbie's little act, an implement to make herself look more appealing, to make it look like she had a purpose rather than just sitting there with a bored look on her face.<br/><br/>As Tobias' speech ended, a big round of applause started. It ended in one of the vampire whose voice she identified as Cham's, yelling something. The only words she managed to catch were "Feed the night". It was followed by enthusiastic cries and more shouting. Abbie simply raised her drink at that with a faint smile on her lips. The only thing to do now was to wait for the people -the normal people, not the vampire- to arrive. Abbie was not part of the club's staff, and that meant she was supposedly just a regular clubber who had arrived a bit sooner than the rest, and managed to get herself a drink before the bar got too crowded. The blonde wasn't in the immediate need to drink some blood. Each vampires had different preferences, and when it came to Abbie, she liked to drink as little as possible. It just wasn't her favourite part of being a vampire.