The throbbing music inside the club was doing very little for Simon's headache. It seemed to follow him wherever he went, no matter how much he drank or how many cigarettes he smoked. The only time the headache hadn't plagued him in the past week was when he blacked out after too many drinks.

But at least the club had alcohol. It helped ease the pain of finding out that his best friend had apparently taken to frequenting gay strip clubs instead of coming back to their shared flat at night.

"What?" He asked when the person next to him at the bar said something. A vampire, naturally. His life was just fucked that way right about now. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Do you work here?"