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"Yes, yes. I'll call you if I need you." said Duke Bulter. He reached into his pocket, took out a bundle of €50 notes adding up to €1000 and tossed it at Ash. "Buy yourself something nice. And as I said, keep the car."
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As the Prince was thinking Erik and Mina burst into the room unannounced and uninvited. "He did it. He [&@%!] did it. We're killing him and we're doing it tonight." said Mina in a furious tone. "What happened?" asked the Prince who had been busy thinking about the VII. "Butler, he sent one of his men down to the bar with a bomb. [&@%!] set it off. Cillian, Garth, Allison. They're all gone. I dominated his man, Dorian. He was alone and he confessed to everything. Butler ordered him to set off a bomb at the bar to kill us all. And he did it. Bar's gone along with everyone inside." said Erik also in an angry tone. Mina pointed at the Sheriff. "Those fascist [&@%!] die for what they did. And I'm going to be there to rip Butler's head off myself." demanded Mina.

"Mr. Butler, you're too kind." Ash replied, winking as she took the money. She then looked to Kris, seeing as she doubted Mumph knew about any clubs. "Well, kid, where do you think we should go? We've got all of Dublin at our fingertips."

Kris thought on it. "Well there's the Night Respite.. But with the guy who runs it vamped up with us it might be closed down. With it being Dublin and us having all night we could easily find other clubs. I just normally rest in the Respite, gimme a second while we walk to the car."

"You might know it best for being home to Elysium but Rouge is a Nightclub too. As a Kindred you have VIP membership, that means free entry and no waiting. And if you get thirsty you can just head to the VIP section, buy some blood there." advised Butler. "That's just what I'd do."

"I think Rouge sounds lovely." Ash offered. "But hey... You're the expert, kid."

"Never been in the Rogue 'cept once before. It was horrible music back then." Kris then shrugged. "But hey since we're VIPs can't argue with it can we, no wait is the best type of club!" Not to bring to mind PraDa or Pandomion but Rogue was a good choice too. "So let's go there."

Ash nodded and made for the door, and by extension, the car.

Now to make sure the kid sticks with me. she thought to herself. She opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat and plugged her phone in the console, partly for music and partly for GPS.

Smooth jazz began playing from the car's speakers.

Mumph actually did perk up at the mention of clubs. "Pardeee?" His eyes widened at the fat stacks given to Ash. "Pardeeeeee. Beer--ah, uh, nnno. No. BLOOD. Bloooood, an', uh...girls?" Mumph's lips curled into a mischievous smile.

The scruffy Gangrel followed after Ash and actually RAN back to the car. He got in the passenger seat and began slapping his thighs repeatedly. He seemed excited.

Ash frowned. "Now, now, Mumph... No bouncing around in the front seat, okay? That's what the backseat is for."

"I wouldn't know", Mumph said with what might perhaps be startling awareness. "Never had a car." He buckled up and resumed patted himself, albeit gentler.

Kris stepped into the backseat, and stretched himself out across the two of them. "No one is bouncing like that in this car's backseat." He said rolling his eyes.

"Well... I'm sorry." Ash replied. Woops.

She pulled out of the parking lot (or wherever she was parked) and began driving towards the GPS-pinpointed Rouge. Her choice in music may have surprised those riding with her.

The trio of fledglings traveled in their snazzy new car to Rouge without incident. By the time they arrived there was already a somewhat significant line outside but as VIPs they could walk right in.

Mumph went right ahead and walked inside. He slicked back his greasy hair in an effort to look somewhat more appealing.

Kris stepped in after. "If anyone asks, you're one of those hipster hobo people." He spent the car ride making sure he was club ready, piercings attached firmly and such. "And if you don't know anything someone ask you just dance up and down to the music, act really into it." The Mekhet grinned and looked at Ash. "I'm sure I don't need to school you on clubbing."

"He probably knows his ways around a club. Had to get hooked on the meth somehow, right?" Ash guessed, grinning back at Kris. "Oh... I'm pretty sure I can teach you a thing or two, kid." she muttered, letting the last word hang in the air for a bit. Anything to make sure he knew his place in her current dealings.

She approached the door and thus the bouncer, winking at him (her?) and placing a hand on the door. "VIP, sweetie. Get the door for me, please?" she asked. She could have spent blood to get her way in a more dramatic fashion, but she decided to save that for later and to just rely on her own charisma for the moment.

Wakefield

Wakefield swallowed hard and waited to hear the Prince's response. With so many kindred dead, she would have to take some kind of action. He had liked Garth, he was a good man. He couldn't imagine what would make someone want to kill Garth or any of the others in cold blood.

The trio entered the nightclub with ease, being let right past due to their VIP status. When they entered was playing, it was so loud it was almost deafening. The nightclub had a same Gothic aesthetic as the VIP section. As they entered they saw a familiar looking face dancing with an unfamiliar woman. The familiar face was Viktor, the Sheriff's deputy, a vampire they had seen most recently guarding the Prince. He was dressed in a gaudy purple suit and dancing slowly alongside the woman who in her 20s. She was black with puffy black hair and a black dress. She wasn't a vampire.
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"Get your deputies, if you can get a hold of any of the Fledglings that are unaccounted for, get them too. It might be a set up by the VII but we have to do something." said the Prince to her Sheriff. "We're going down to the Invictus haven. You two can come too. If Butler agrees to stand trial, then so be it. If not, we're taking them out." The Prince added looking at Mina and Erik. She then turned to Wakefield who had finished drinking and regained a point of blood. "Will you come with us?" she asked.

Mumph's eyes narrowed. "That [&@%!]."

Striding across the room, and occasionally dodging dancers, Mumph made his way to where Viktor was. He stopped a short distance behind him, well within his lady-friend's sight, and began busting out his best moves, hoping to attract her attention.

Mumph began busting quite the move but the woman took one look at Mumph and backed away from the tall, hairy, scary looking middle aged man dressed in what many would consider rags who appeared to have walked right out of a slasher film. Viktor gave him an irritated look and went with her. Other people however did appear to be impressed by this unusual man's dancing skills.

Mumph took it all in stride, and danced with any and all women who were impressed with his vigorous dancing. He also tried to sense if any of those he'd attracted were fellow vampires.

Wakefield

"Of course, I can't imagine a better place to be with kindred hunters on the prowl." Adderyn said without hesitation, standing up to follow the Prince. Grasping the bottle to toss into the rubbish bin.

Ash couldn't help but laugh at Mumph's little display. That wasn't why she was here, though.

She turned back to Kris. "Think we should find some place away from darling Mumph to dance? I think he might trip somebody. I want to be away from that."

A crowd of people, male and female, were looking at Mumph's original dance moves. But none of them were vampires. "This guy's amazing!" said a man who couldn't be older than 20 impressed by the vampire. As a new faster paced started up more and more people began staring at Mumph, all amazed by his brazen moves and lack of restraint.
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"Thank you. Hopefully he'll agree to come but this could turn violent." said the Prince. "We should get you a good weapon, just in case. Do you want a gun or something you can hit people with?"

"Damn right", Mumph replied to his awestruck fan.

When Daft Punk started playing, Mumph hooted out loud. It seemed this was his jam.

Mumph matched the rhythm, thrusting his hips and flailing his limbs as befit his new position as King of the Dance Floor. He looked for the..."healthiest" looking of his female admirers, and assuming she didn't resist, he pulled her in close, to share in his dance moves. If he was the King of the Dance Floor, Mumph would make her his Queen.