demonbelthazor | Las Vegas, Saturday night

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Las Vegas, Saturday night

After the Dr. Kairo and Penn & Teller shows they'd had to go to to fulfill the academic requirements for the trip, Bel waited outside the Tangiers main entrance for Anders, Blair, and Dean to join him. He was finishing a cigarette and checked his pockets for the tickets to tonight's show at the Stratosphere: "Bite," "an erotic and sensual topless review based on deliciously evil vampires with a simple story line of sin, sex and seduction." No way he could pass that up while they were there. He'd told Dean the truth about the show, but he kept it a surprise for Anders and certainly hadn't told Blair about it, claiming they were going to investigate a local cult of vampires.

Bel snickered to himself. This was going to be fun.

[ooc: For

futurebucs_star,

saltandammo, and

lovechildblair. NFB due to distance.]

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"The ritual has a sign?" Blair turned to frown at Bel.

"Yeah," Bel said. "They, uh, hiding in plain sight. Who would look for vampires pretending to be vampires, right?"

"Yeah, if they were pretending to not be vampires, now that would be suspicious." Dean was trying very hard not laugh out loud.

Bel shot a look at Anders, as if daring him to make another comment, then handed over the four tickets for the show. Anyone who wanted to buy some drinks was able to on the way in, then they took their seats and waited for the show to begin.

Anders didn't make a comment. He did, however, turn the most obnoxious smirk yet on Bel as he leafed through his program before curtain.

The very loose excuse for "plot" seemed to center around the male lead, the "Lord of the Vampires," searching for the perfect female to seduce and make his queen. Of course, all the females were topless. But the music, classic rock, was good, and the dancers were...nimble.

Blair sorta wished he had gotten a drink on the way inside. He had started out taking notes and trying to pay attention but that lasted until...well, until the first topless girl came on stage.

"..."

Dean glanced over and grinned at Blair's expression. "Hey, be careful they don't enthrall you," he warned straight faced, giving Blair a nudge.

Bel shifted in his seat, managing to accidentally nail Anders in the ribs with his elbow as he did so. "I warned you it was a mating ritual," he said to Blair. "Just don't look into their eyes and you should be okay. Focus on other things."

Anders elbowed Bel back, though his attention was still pretty much on stage. "Yeah, 'cause lords know there's plenty else to focus on. Frak me, that's . . . this is the best trip ever."

"Eyes?" Blair said squeakily, and it was obvious from his tone that he wasn't in danger of eye contact any time soon.

Some of the female vampires left the stage, coming out into the crowd. As luck would have it, some of them stopped in front of Anders, Bel, Blair, and Dean. After a few whispers among themselves, they reached out and started to pull the boys from their seats and lead them on stage.

Anders smacked Bel on the shoulder as he let one of the vampires -- because seriously, topless women -- pull him out of his seat. "This is your lucky day, man. Snuggling with me in the morning, and now this!"

Bel might have shot Anders a glare or some sort of snarky retort, but his mind was otherwise engaged. With something like this:

Boobies.

Vampires.

Vampire boobies.

Mmmmmm.

Dean smirked. "Looks like Bel's got himself enthralled too." He grinned at the girl leading him up on the stage. "Not that you aren't enthralling, sweetheart."

"Huh." Blair usually hated being short, but since he was currently eye level with a girl's uh...attributes, he didn't mind as much.

He'd just explain to River that eye contact was bad. Or that it was all Bel's fault.

Blair's escort pulled him up on the stage and started running her hands all over him, spinning him around. The other dancers were doing the same to the other boys, dancing around them and pretending to nibble at their necks. It was definitely an interactive performance.

Anders was watching Bel's facial expression very carefully to see if his theory about Bel's vampire fetish could be confirmed here. It was hard to pay attention to that, though, with hot, topless fanged women all over him.

"Look, if I say 'bite me' tonight, it's not an insult," he told the dancer who'd pulled him onstage, grinning broadly.

Vampire fetish? Yeah, probably way confirmed by the way Bel was grinning, especially when the vampire dancers feinted at his neck. And he was definitely way too distracted to sense whether the dancers were real vampires or not or that those fake fangs looked awfully real.

The dancers finished up their number, and the curtain fell. The audience was no longer visible but their applause could be heard.

Funny thing was, the dancers were still shimmying around the boys, only they were starting to look more hungry than sensuous.

Dean was enjoying being part of the show as much as the other boys were, but there was something niggling in the back of his brain trying to get his attention, insisting that something wasn't quite right. He just couldn't focus on it, not when he was busy enjoying the dancers getting him all hot and bothered.

Hot and...

That was it. Someone dancing around under those hot lights should be covered in sweat, be warm to the touch at least. Not cool, bordering on cold.

Testing his sudden horrible idea, he eased out the flask of holy water he'd shoved in his pocket before leaving the hotel out of habit, flipped the cap off and splashed some on the dancer who was all but licking his neck.

The dancer shrieked in pain as her flesh sizzled where the water struck her. She dropped all pretenses of merely being an exotic dancer and slashed at Dean with fingernails that suddenly looked a lot like claws.

Half-prepared for that kind of reaction, Dean jumped back from her attack, but not quick enough to avoid it entirely, hissing a little in pain as her fingernails drew blood on his arm.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he told her with a tight grin, splashing more water directly at her face. "No one said anything about dinner with the show."

Anders was having far too much fun to even notice the body temperature of the "dancer" paying attention to him, much less what had just happened with Dean and the vampire.

He might even have been quite obediently and conveniently baring his neck. "I can see why Bel gets off on this stuff," he told her lazily.

She laughed throatily. "You'll be getting off, too, cutie," she said as she pressed her fangs into Anders's conveniently bared neck.

Blair was trying to wrench his eyes, and his brain, away from looking at what was directly in front of him.

"Um..." He blushed at the squeakiness of his voice. "Can we talk about the ritual stuff now?"

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