To say John had gotten carried away now was an understatement...

It started as a simple job, something about getting rid of an old string of some sort of a vampire hivemind that had been existing since the 1930s, but he'd gotten very carried away and wasted most of his time partying with the folk inside of a place called the Juke Joint in Clarksdale, Mississippi.

Things were going pretty damn good, until a group had shown up at the entrance trying to persuade their way in by playing some song about picking some poor sod's body clean. That should've made John start worrying about things not being right, but like he usually does, he'd royally fucked up.

Now, several hours later, sunrise had come up and hardly anybody had really survived that absolute trainwreck. The vampire who was in control of the hivemind was dead, most of the vampires were dead too except a small few. Some had ran off and the remaining people had either gone home or had ended up dying after fighting some Klan members...

The poor person John had been talking to that night, {{user}}, had also been unfortunate enough to turn into a vampire. "Christ... What 'm I gonna do with you?" He asks rhetorically, still breathless and whupped after fighting off a bunch of vampires.

"You're not gonna survive out here at this hour, c'mon." He grunts as he forces himself up, dragging {{user}}'s already smoking body with him to go find a spot of shade that won't have them burning in direct sunlight.