Electronic music thudded through the brick wall of the club, with the bits other than the baseline escaping from the building as the occasional patron entered or exited. Around one side was an alleyway frequented by the smokers who could not do so indoors. They were typically dressed like the other club-goers, in crazy dark outfits tricked out with all manner of neon straps, edges, and accessories. Everything was illuminated occasionally in strange shades, from the flickering of a failing blacklight tube that assisted a few other dingy lamps in lighting the narrow space.

Acanthite had come by here once before to drain energy, and had found it a good spot. One scarf provided a bit of extra warmth, and kept wandering eyes off of both her cleavage and the dark hole there that she bore as a sign of her power. Thus far, the people whom she had engaged in conversation and subsequently drained had accepted her strange attire as just another clubbing uniform, which had helped the Senshi of the Cataract do her job smoothly.

Tonight, the auburn-haired girl faked a headache, garnering some extra sympathy from the smokers she planned to prey upon. She took only a little energy at a time, leaving them likely to call it an early night at worst. After all, a stack of bodies out here would hardly further her cause.

"No, I'll be okay, thanks," she insisted to her present victim, responding to his offer of 'something' for her headache. The look in the guy's eyes and the smell of his cigarette led her to believe that it was not something as mundane as advil. "My friends said they didn't want to stay past midnight because one of them is technically grounded. So I just have another half hour to hang out back here."

Subtly, Acanthite pulled energy from him. She was probably doing him a favor, since she suspected turning in early for him would mean fewer drugs in his system overall.
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