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Vampire Stag Weekend

... beautiful green eyes. It was the first time she had really smiled properly and there was something about her glimmering white teeth punctuating her red-black lips that caught me, a little bit like a startled prey animal. Maybe it was a trick of the flickering light in the back of the car but her teeth looked suddenly looked quite sharp and angular, maybe slightly serrated. I looked away quickly so as not to stare too long at our gracious hostess, assuming that probably the truth was somewhere between an optical illusion and the result of wayward Bulgarian dentistry. The limo ride was great, we both sat back, watching the city lights whizz past us, wondering how we had stumbled upon such immense good luck. The car slowed and pulled to the curve in what looked like a pretty quiet black, old cobbled street. There were no bars in this district and only closed-up shop fronts. No people on the side-walks and no other traffic. The only thing that was clearly going on was a big dark, old rounded oak door with two burning tar torches mounted on either side of it. Lonela stepped in between Pete and I, hooking her arms inside ours and strode us up to the door. A little slat in an upper panel of the door slid back, spilling light out on to the street as an eye peered our at us. The slat snapped shut and the door opened. The three of us stepped through it and on to the top of a little three stepped marble entrance platform. Lonela whispered that she hoped we would enjoy it, this was her ...

... place. The sight that greeted us reminded me more of a high class cocktail bar than a strip club. From the stairway upon which we stood, we looked out over a low-lit room, padded with velvet and leather sofas and chairs dotted around small tables. There was a bar in the corner, only really up-lit through the giant number of exotic garish coloured bottles behind it. There was a little raised dance stage in the middle of the room with a pole in the centre and was the only give away that this was anything but a normal bar. There were a few other customers but not many, I guessed it was getting late. A few groups of very smart looking business men in suits were sitting around tables with some absolutely gorgeous girls. One or two apparently engaging in some lively debate, others talking in more hushed tones. There were a few waitresses walking around with trays of drinks or standing open for orders and there were even a few women sitting just apparently enjoying long drinks. Lonela led us over to the bar, finding ample space along it. “Let me offer you both a drink”, she sat down and gestured to the bar man who brought over three glasses of red wine. We clinked glasses and again toasted Pete's wedding. “Now, let me find you some entertainment Mr Groom”, she smiled over at Pete. As she did so, she looked over at a young blonde girl who had been standing with a tray in the corner. The blonde put down her tray, a smile breaking out across her think pink lips in her porcelain white ...