"Ready as I'll ever be." He muttered, not even bothering to take out his ID - did he even have one? - and instead tilting his head back to meet the other man's eyes. The bouncer gave him a short nod and let him through as well. He supposed Juliet hadn't been here before, when younger Pyrrhos was the owner, and it had all been a bit... dirtier. He'd been unable to avoid here back then too, and really, who could resist? The beating hearts of the willing humans who always returned for more made a suitable hunting grounds, and being owned by a vampire - even if it was the Vampire King, Ethon - meant that other vampires were feeding almost out in the open, against walls and on cushioned chairs in the corners, not to mention if you tried to go into the bathroom for any reason at all.
It was heady and loud and filled with willing bodies, and Stark kinda loved it. It was easy to focus on Juliet's words as they stepped through the crowd, nodding to her and giving a grin.
"The same place any other hunt is started." He said, with a grin that would have been predatory, had Stark not shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head just so. The man had never quite gotten the hang of looking like a hunter - hunting he could do, but looking like he could rip out throats was so not in his M.O. - but his effeciency was easy.
Without further ado, the vampire made his way to the dance floor. It wasn't so hard to move his hips a bit until he honed in one someone - someone who's bright red hair was definitely not why he picked her, for the record - and started dancing with her instead, his hands going to her hips as she moved against him.
And wow, maybe he'd forgotten how good this all felt, even if he couldn't help but feel like something was slightly off.
But then she was taking his hand and tugging him with her, and then they were in a dark corner, and she was pulling him against her, and then his lips were at her throat, and she was saying things like 'please' and 'oh god' and 'yes', and his fangs were lengthening, and he barely had time to wonder where Jules even was before his fangs were in her throat and her blood was in his mouth and it was all good.
She was moaning, now, and he couldn't even care that she was being handsy, he was so lost in what it felt like, the way life felt as it rushed over his tongue and down his throat, and he didn't notice that her noises were getting softer, and her movements a little more muted, and honest to god he'd've never thought to stop if Juliet's hand hadn't touched his shoulder, and tugged him backward.
The girl gave a dopey grin and wobbled off, probably high as a kite on the endorphins that accompanied a bite. Stark couldn't help but watch her go, thinking of biting her again, but then the other heartbeats in the room sounded, crazy compared to the beat of the song that played, and he was looking at Jules like a boy who'd snuck a bit of icing off a cake and wanted more.
But still, Stark was polite, so he blinked it away and nodded.