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The midnight bar

Judson_Kaique

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Mid-1800s, the sun is rising, he needs to hide from the light.

A count in tailored suit at the midnight bar.

Whiskey wasn't his favorite drink, the drink wasn't his exclusive drink, there were people and blood.

His name? Dracula.

The sun is rising again, he needs to hide his skin from the light, like a hereditary family curse.

His name? Dracula.

Bats under his roof were echolocating like a rhapsody, loud, harmonic and stunning.

But at the end of the day, his place was the midnight bar. Where there was whiskey, blood and people.

His name? Dracula.

Mid-1800s, the sun is rising, he needs to hide from the light.

Dracula would be back in his tomb again.

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  • theointhebackrow

    The bats under his roof get the only loud, happy line in the whole piece. They feel like the side of him still enjoying the night while he hides from the sun.

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  • ColeAndressen

    Whiskey was never his favorite and he keeps coming back to the bar anyway, so the room is the draw more than the glass. Dracula as a regular who mostly shows up for the company is a fun way in.

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