Karl Friedrich had woken early that night, throwing his human servant Baldur (http://bloodandsalvation.pbworks.com/w/page/47710292/Baldur%20von%20Stroheim) of schedule, something that always made the mohawked German upset. Karl was in too much of a rut to care about his servants eccentricities though and instead went about his evening in a fairly normal way. First he got his shower, reviewed the briefs sent over by Zach (http://bloodandsalvation.pbworks.com/w/page/41196960/Zach-Pletho) about some of the contracts that were in negotiation. They had only been back from Afghanistan for a couple of months and already there was talk of sending them off again. A mercenary's work was never done it seemed. Karl swore that the last decade had been nothing but travel for him and if he didn't settle in one place for a decade or two to rest, he was going to wear himself out.<br/><br/>After the briefings he opened the shutters on his penthouse windows as the sun had finally gone down completely. Baldur came into the living room to check on his master and frowned when he found Karl turning on the stereo. The first song he played, "Kein Zurück" by Wilfsheim. The melancholy sounds of the song filled the penthouse as Baldur stepped up to Karl's side.<br/><br/>"Du müsst sich über sie zu bekommen." Baldur said without actually looking at Karl.<br/><br/>Both men stood near the stereo looking out over the city of Miami, silently, until Karl responded.<br/><br/>"English, Baldur. And when I want your advice on romance, I'll let you know." The master vampire replied, getting a bit testy with Baldur. It didn't affect Baldur one bit, he'd been with his master long enough and had a thick enough skin to not be put off by Karl's mood.<br/><br/>"Fine." Baldur rumbled in his deep gravely voice. "If you're not going to go to Constantine's house I'd prefer that you didn't sulk around here." It was rare that Baldur spoke so much English. Karl was the only one who really understood that Baldur used it to keep a distance between himself and others. More of Baldur's self loathing and unresolved guilt boiling to the surface.<br/><br/>"I'm not in the mood to be around them. Besides, we've already seen that there's a chance that her and her human could show up any time. I have no desire to sit there and watch her fawn all over him." Karl spat the words out like acid. "He's not even German! She was once the queen of Prussia!" Karl added, switching gears a bit but the words remaining bitter. Karl then went silent, still stewing in the rejection he felt over his former lover, Olivia (http://bloodandsalvation.pbworks.com/w/page/40906861/Olivia), choosing a mortal over him.<br/><br/>Baldur gave it a moment or two for his master to settle down.<br/><br/>"You're going out tonight. Es ist endgültig." Baldur said, leaving Karl at the window to get their coats.<br/><br/>Karl looked at himself and wondered if he was really dressed for going out. He'd dressed casually in a black pair of Armani jeans and a black, fitted, Armani button up shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms with a pair of Harley Davidson boots. It was good enough he figured though a bit casual. Looking over at his friend and servant, though, he worried. Baldur was wearing a pair of new rock boots covered in buckles that went nearly up to his knees with his pants tucked into them, a faded Motorhead tshirt, and was putting on his old army field jacket. That combined with the mohawk would make him difficult to get into some clubs if that was what Baldur had in mind.<br/><br/>"You're never going to get into a club dressed like that." Karl said, his tone revealing his need to find flaws with the plan.<br/><br/>"Ich werde in Ordnung sein." Baldur replied as he offered Karl one of his designer leather jackets. Karl waved his hand in refusal, not wanting to over dress on a hot summer evening. In the end the only reason Baldur wore his jacket was to hide his USP and his knives. "Los, wir wollen gehen."<br/><br/>************************************************<br/><br/>The club was packed, a busy Friday night, there was wall to wall people and there was an energy in the crowd that didn't take a psychic to sense. The music (http://youtu.be/44fc0cw2Tos) was pumping and the bodies on the dance floor moved with the beat of the music. Blue and purple strobes hit the crowd and set a dark but sexy mood throughout the club and drinks flowed like water from the bar that had around six or eight bartenders scrambling to fill orders. Looking out over the crowd in a reserved balcony area were Karl Friedrich and Baldur, watching the crowd as they danced. It was a VIP area that had been taken, until Karl convinced group occupying it that they'd have much more fun down on the dance floor.<br/><br/>It had worked to undo Baldur's plans of forcing Karl to mingle as they were now in a crowded building yet totally alone all the same. By some stroke of luck, the bar had Asbach and Baldur had been drinking it since they got there. The one victory Karl had managed that night was the happy look on Karl's face as he was able to taste the German brandy through his servant. Baldur had spent half the night trying to point out pretty girls that he thought might help ease his master's feelings of rejection. One by one, Karl had found reasons to blow off the suggestions. Part of the problem was that his master was trying to get over a woman of such exquisite beauty, and taste that it was hard to find a woman who could compete.<br/><br/>Karl was trying very hard to have a good time when really all he wanted to do was to hunt down Olivia's human and kill him. He reveled in the idea of feeding not only off the man's blood but off of the violent way he would kill him. Karl would pick him apart, piece by piece, pull him open and show the mortal what he was made of. Unfortunately it absolutely wasn't an option. The human was the head of RPIT and even if he managed to kill the man without being caught by the humans, Olivia and worse yet, Constantine (http://bloodandsalvation.pbworks.com/w/page/40900425/Constantine), would know exactly who had done it. Surely Olivia would never speak to him again and Constantine would end him without a second thought for doing something so stupid and risky.<br/><br/>Lost in thought, Karl let his eyes roam the crowd and judged each person in the crowd. A handful of morons dressed in those over printed button up shirts, sporting spray tans and too much gel in their hair danced like they were on fire. There were plenty of girls dressed in fashions ranging from up to date to last season and far worse. The old Prussian vampire was dangerously close to insisting they leave when a couple of girls near the bar caught his eye. Beautiful, a red head and a brunette, they looked close. They laughed and talked as they got drinks and looked like they'd been dancing and having a good time.<br/><br/>Baldur knew the look that swept over his master's face. It was subtle enough that few others would have caught it but Baldur was positive that some one had caught Karl's attention. "Welche?" Baldur asked and Karl tried to suppress a grin. "Down there, by the bar...the red head and the brunette..."<br/><br/>Looking long and hard, Baldur finally found the two his master was speaking of and wasn't sure what to make of how close they were or the fact that they didn't seem to have dates. "Lesben?" Baldur asked. Karl could no longer hold back the grin. "I doubt it, though I might test it." Baldur was elated at the sound of his master's old confidence coming back.<br/><br/>"Which one do you want me to bring up here?" Baldur making the uncommon move of speaking in English without being forced to.<br/><br/>Karl grinned devilishly, "Why settle for just one? Have the manager invite them both up here."<br/><br/>Baldur nodded and got up to fetch the manager. It might not have shown on his stoic face, but Baldur was genuinely excited that Karl had chosen someone, anyone to invite up there with them. One girl, two girls, the whole club, it didn't matter...