We drove around for awhile before Erin parked the car. Lucia convinced her to park on State Street. We had to do a lot more walking than usual, but everyone was in a party mood and didn't seem to mind.
People were dressed up in crazy costumes. The usual ghosts, vampires, monsters and witches were out and about. We all decided if anyone asked us what we were supposed to be for Halloween, we would all say the obvious, a Coven of Witches!
The air was crisp, and the moon was still out lighting up the street while we walked. At the corner, we stopped at a club and peered inside. It was small, with a good size crowd. There was a small stage area in the front right, and tables were over on the left, across from the bar area. An alternative band was playing and we went inside, pressing against each other, slowly pushing our way to the back near the exit.
Lucia and Erin were eyeing a devil and a werewolf, while I scanned the club for a beautiful demon with amber- yellow eyes. I knew Lilith had inhabited my body and would continue to search for Dantalion until he was restored to her through me.
Lucia leaned over to me joking, "What do you think, should I sell my soul to the devil?"
I laughed, "At what price?"
"Why don't we ditch this place and go to another club?" Erin asked.
We all nodded in agreement, walking out the back exit and heading down the street. Rowan decided he wanted to take us to another section of town. After walking for awhile, Lucia and Erin started to look annoyed.
"Hey Rowan, where the hell you taking us?" Lucia asked, trying to stay calm.
"Don't worry. I've got your backs, " he smiled. "Just follow me. I know a lot of cool underground clubs we can check out tonight."
"He's not even the college undergrad, " Erin mocked.
"He knows everyone and everything in downtown New Haven. Trust me." I stood up for Rowan.
Rowdy and full of energy, we followed Rowan past a few more clubs but none of them looked interesting.
"Just don't lose us in some underground death trap okay?" Lucia laughed.
Rowan laughed, smoking his menthol. "Don't worry".
I took a drag off his cigarette. Rowan took my hand. "Follow me".
We all followed him down a dark side street. There were people standing on the corner dressed as a choir of angels. We laughed at our witches' garb we were wearing in contrast to theirs.