WHAT WOULD YOU DO, THOUGH? You'd be bloody buggered. Literally.
"Can I get you a drink?" asks the vampire to some unsuspecting girl.
"Yeah alright." she replies. But unfortunately instead he opts to drain her blood entirely. Nobody would bloody know! They'd think he was being a bit over the top with the whole making out shebang and then the girl passed out or some fucking shit. So basically, vampires are barking up the wrong tree by hanging around in crypts and shit, aren't they? They ought to get themselves down to Oceana, they'd make a killing. Yet again, literally.
But I suppose the management would cotton onto it sooner or later and make some ridiculous announcement like: "We're afraid to say that the club will be shutting down early tonight due to a vampire in the facility. Please leave."
And then of course everybody would be looking around for said vampire and they'd lay all the blame on some poor pale bloke.
"It weren't me! I'm just ginger, and since when were there any ginger vampires?"
"This is the 21st century Count Ginge-ula, get with it."
Then he'd get battered whilst Dracula just sneaks out proper unsuspecting like. What a jammy cunt.
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