The Chronicles of Blood Beat.

The strobe lights and pounding music  no longer phasing him, having spent enough time in raves to grow use to them. He found an empty seat at the bar and sat down, odering a glass of tequila. As he sat sipping his drink, he regarded his life. He was from Manehattan, where he lived his entire life. He had been born with his cutie mark,a strange black skull with three eye sockets. He now lived on his own in a trailer on the pier, despite the ridiculous amount of money he made, he was always flat broke. He never had any idea where his money went. He made music for a living, creating dubstep tracks for somepony he knew only as DJ PON-3. She was apparently very famous, and the job would have made him quite wealthy, if he knew how to handle his money. He also made it his own personal job to fight any monsters that threatened Manehattan. He had a talent for it, and no one else ever even seemed to notice them. This also included the extremely powerful demonic creatures that had been popping up everywhere lately. He looked up from his drink, looking around the club. Through the lights he could see dancers on poles, tons of perverts throwing cash onto their stages.

Blood also noticed plenty of demons here, his vision flashing between reality and the disguises the creatures put around themselves. He shook his head, not sure if they were actually present, or if his booze was messing with his head. He slid off of his stool, and began walking around, trying to keep himself alert. He doubted that the demons would attack him her in public, but they were very unpredictable. He noticed that all of them were watching him as he made his was around, never once was he out of their sight. He decided to ignore them, seeing as he was in no immediate danger. He began to bob his head to the music, somehow familiar with the tune playing through the clubs speakers. The alchohol in his system prevented him from thinking clearly enough to recognize the song though. He continued walking, swaying without any real idea of where he was heading, nor could he remember the reason he had come here.

Blood was in the midst of trying to remind himself why he was here, when somepony stepped in his way. "Heeeyy Bloood! Said a blue and white mare, tumbling into his way."I haven't seen you in forever! Where've you been?" Blood backed away quickly, to avoid being so close to the wasted female in front of him. "Hey Trixie. I've just been around, not really hitting the clubs lately though." He said awkwardly. "Awwwww, that's too bad, I've missed partying with you." She slurred, poking him playfully in the chest. Blood had met Trixie in a small bar about a year ago, crying and slumped over in a booth at the very back corner. He found her to be extremely beautiful, and decided to try his luck with her. He introduced himself, and learned a great deal about the unicorn. She was a magician, and had been shamed, humiliated, and run out of town by the citizens of her last stop, Ponyville. After spending several minutes listening to her, he began working his own type of magic, seducing her with his devilish charm. Things quickly escelated from there, leading to one hell of a night. But although they simply had a beautiful one-night stand, they still remained good friends. He never felt the same awkwardness around her as he did with all his past mares that he had been with.

"Weeeeelllll! How about we get you back to partying. I'll bet you're out of practice!" The drunken mare giggled, slightly swaying. "How exactly do you become 'out of practice' at partying?" He asked innocently. "Heheheh. I think we're both thinking of two different kinds of partying." She said, smiling devilishly. Blood finally caught on and felt his face grow warm from flush, hoping the color of his coat kept it from being noticable. Trixie then grabbed him by the hoof and began leading him towards a large door. She threw open the door with her magic, and dragged him in after her.