Karl had been so wrapped up in Rachel at the time that he had completely missed the drink being spilled on Bridget. This was a game changer, the kind of thing that ruined moods and sent women home to wash clothes and call it an early night. And while he absolutely wanted Bridget out of her dress, this wasn't exactly what he had planned. Thinking back on who was around them at the time, Karl had a pretty good idea of who had spilled their drink on Bridget and he knew exactly what he was going to do about it.<br/><br/>"Ladies...let me propose this. Wait here just a moment, when I get back if you want to just call it a night and get out of here I'd be happy to walk you to your car and bid you both farwell." Karl smiled a big charming smile before excusing himself to fetch the boy responsible for this.<br/><br/>He moved through the crowd of people like a wraith, a shadow stalking prey. When he found the man, tall, muscular, in a tshirt that appeared to be a size or two too small, Karl zeroed in on him. The culprit was the typical club douchbag wearing ill fitting clothes to show off how much time and money he spent at the gym and tanning places. He was slightly taller than Karl Friedrich so when Karl tapped the man on the shoulder he clearly didn't see him as a threat and ignored the master vampire.<br/><br/>"Excuse me." Karl said over the pulse of the music.<br/><br/>The club goer turned, starting to say, "Look asshole I-" but he was cut off as he met Karl Friedrich's eyes. Karl rolled him as hard as he could without shattering the man's mind, digging deep into his psyche and a pulse of raw power surged through the club. If there were any other preternatural creatures there that night they would have known that something serious was going on but luckily it was a human crowd.<br/><br/>"Come with me." Karl snarled at the man.<br/><br/>When they came back to the bar Karl Friedrich was all smiles. "Ladies I found the man missing a drink and he has something to say."<br/><br/>The guy stepped forward and sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...I'm pathetic...I overcompensate so bad and I sometimes don't understand why. I treat women like objects and disrespect them all the time. I didn't have a lot of positive relationships with women growing up and...my dad was a womanizer and I always idolized him. I have a lot of self loathing and I worry almost constantly about my appearance and penis size." He suddenly dug into his jeans and pulled out his wallet, shoving all the cash he had at Bridget. "Take it, please! Get your dress cleaned...I didn't apologize because I knew you were out of my league and I just wanted to be an asshole to you."<br/><br/>The man was actually looking rather sad as he wandered off back into the crowd. Karl was looking pretty entertained and glanced at the ladies. "Wow...he really put it all out there didn't he?" Karl had rolled him, and told him to fess up to everything that he truly was to the girls and to pay for the cleaning of Bridget's dress. It was a slightly bigger reaction that he had expected but an entertaining one none the less. He had half a mind to track the idiot down later and drain him dry after showing him what his insides looked like.