I'm clubbin'

Trin was sat at a table, a beer in his hand. Strobe lights flew across the club dance floor as Thirsty by Artificial Intelligence blared out. He had his legs up on the table and his left foot moved from side to side to the main beat, banging his head slightly, in time, too. He was wearing a black shirt, some Diesel jeans and some Adidas Se Daily Vulc trainers. He looked down at the Daemonic vodka. The only alcohol that could get him drunk. He looked up as his friend Mike came back from the bar with a fit girl he had picked up. Trin drank some vodka and cheered as Days of Rage came on. He pulled out his iPhone, texting Alice, asking if she wanted to come. It had been a while since he had been clubbing and he wanted to see her again.

(Mind if I join? Or is this for you and Alice?)

(It's kinda private but when Mike gets accepted feel free)

Trin smiled, looking down at the vodka.
"That could ACTUALLY kill you ya know?" He laughed. "Seriously, it's Daemon Vodka, It's specially concentrated for my kind." He Hugged her, pulling her down next to him. "Alice this is Mike." He said, gesturing to his friend. "Mike, Alice." He took another glug, almost emptying the bottle.

"Sup." Mike said, half-waving, the other hand on the arse of the girl, Jessica, sitting next to him (From now on this is Mike's colour.)

Mike was already engaged in a long kiss and was heavily drunk. He waved the bottle at Alice, representing a greeting.
Trin laughed at Mike shaking his head,
"If you wake up in the morning with a throbbing headache and her in bed next to you, don't come to me for help." He said. The song changed to Invaders Must Die by The Prodigy. Trin nodded his head, messing up his shoulder length blonde hair.

Mike flicked Trin the finger.
"And if you want anymore weapons, don't expect me to provide them. I'm not going out of my way to make you guns after you insult me like that." He slurred. He upped and left to take a piss in the toilets.

Trin kissed back as Jessica took Alice's advice and left the club. He carried on kissing her until he noticed a bloke, clearly taking drugs, stumble over to him. "Hey man, who's the beautiful babe and mind if i shag her?" Trin looked up with clear distaste, knowing that the man had been snorting cocaine.
"Why don't you go back to sniffing crack through a twenty instead of trying to pull a girl way out of your league?" He asked disdain plain on his tongue. The druggie didn't like this and immediately went to punch Trin. To this Trin merely moved his head aside, grabbing the man's forearm and throwing a punch that sent him flying. Trin got up, jumping into combat stance as the addict rose to his feet, a shining blade in his hand. Trin sighed. This was really not a good move but he reckoned that he had half the bar looking at him and he had noticed a few other men looking like they were siding with the assailant so he reached into his waistband. He pulled out his new Glock 29 10mm Auto. He cocked it, placing at point blank square in the centre of the man's forehead. He damn near wet himself and Trin's face was set into stone, grinding his jaw. The man turned, pushing through half the crowd but his mates had stayed. Trin flicked the safety back on and put it down his waistband again.
"Do not question this. Go back to your drinks." He said as he slumped back down by Alice. "Now, where were we?"

Trin kissed back, keeping a wary eye on the men, who had sunk further into the crowd. He saw Mike walk back towards them.

"Where is she, what did I miss and why is half the bar staring at us?" He asked, slightly more sober, presumably having thrown up and cleaned himself up slightly.

"She left, I just pulled a gun on a crack junkie and that's why everyone's staring at us." Trin replied, watching as the men moved slightly. They were edging towards the three of them. "I think they disapprove. And they probably have guns too." He said, a hint of anxiousness creeping into his voice.

Trin shook his head, giving them the thousand yard stare. They faltered slightly, looking to the ring leader for answers. "Too many people. Couldn't risk it. We should go outside."

Mike nodded, standing up, sidestepping the gang. He crossed behind them to the exit, waiting for Trin and Alice before leaving.

Trin waited until a crowd of dancers had formed near him and then he grabbed Alice's hand, making through the crowd, meeting up with Mike, who had drawn his Smith and Wesson revolver, outside.

Trin nodded at Mike who holstered the gun. "Then we're gonna have to run for it, Mike head to your place. We'll go to the palace, they won't be able to get us there." He said with a smug, royal grin.

Mike had already left but Trin backed up slightly.
"Ok, whatever." He switched into combat stance as the gang exited the club. One of them ran straight at Trin and he just grabbed his arm and used the momentum to flip him onto his back, stunning him. Trin kicked him in the face, blood scoring lines down the man's cheek. Another moved, more slowly this time and Trin walked, nutting him, kicking him in the balls and then smashing his elbow into the side of the attacker's face. He hopped back waiting for the other three.

They backed off. One, however, jumped to his feet, running at Alice with a clearly visible dagger. Trin snarled, grabbing the man by the throat and digging his fingers in until the man's flesh split apart. Blood dripping down his fingers, Trin choke slammed the limp, dead body. He turned, pulling Alice's shoulders around with his clean hand.
"Let's go home." He spoke simply. He had no need to explain himself.

Trin half rolled his eyes, holding out his wrist.
"Love, I'm a daemon and vampire, I can resist temptation but have a snack. I'm no veggie."
He flexed his fingers as blood pulsed through his veins, the vine tattoo on his arm coming to life.

Trin un-clenched his fists, the tattoo returning from blue to black.
"Hey, I know what you mean. Although if I'm hungry and someone pisses me off then I give them some WATTATAIYA!" So saying he jumps, arms like a praying mantis and kicks the air. When he landed he mimicked biting their neck. "So, we can't all be veggies, you know?"

Trin laughed and turned arms folded.
"You speak with words for your powers. I'm a daemon. Don't try that with me or my darker side will rip you to shreds." He looked at the body. "Now, what're we going to do with you?" He asked himself. He tried picking up the ice 'cube' but it was extremely inconvenient. "I wanna run some tests on him, could you just coat him with very cold frost?" He asked Alice, melting the ice with a click of his fingers.