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May 13, 2005 00:18

There's a certain smell to this casino. It's not blood - blood has a most distinct aroma. It's not money, either, for I could recognize that right away as well. It's something... forbidden. I excuse myself from the bar, check up on Klaus one last time, and follow my instincts to the bathroom. It's very tastefully decorated with marble sinks and tiled floor. The smell is quite different here - it's what I was looking for. Without hesitating, I knock on the handicap stall. There's a shuffling inside and some profane language hissed under someone's breath.

"What?" a man says, peeking out from the crack in the door.

"I wish to join you."

He pauses for a moment, if contemplating. "You police?"

"Hardly."

The door opens and I'm allowed inside. Two other men are backed against the wall, and along the small counter are three long, powder lines, and two razor blades. I pull out my money clip and without even looking at the amount I'm handing the one I've dubbed the leader, I pass over a few bills.

"This should be enough, I think."

"More than!" he says, quite pleased. "Help yourself, friend."

I chuckle. I'm not his friend, but if he wishes to delude himself, that's fine. I won't drain him, but I will partake of the... festivities. Taking a breath, I lean down and enjoy what this mortal has to offer me.
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