When we stepped into Hatsy's Diner, all heads turned. "What?" she said indifferently, reaching the curb and entering the restaurant. "Watch out, Luna," I said when a car came too close for my comfort. She didn't even look up and continued to walk through the parking lot, ignoring impending traffic. "You didn't answer - " She got out of the car and surveyed the list like she was memorizing it for a quiz. I'm sure Jagger has it all figured out." "You mean you don't know?" "Know what?" "Is it going to be like the Coffin Club, with an underground vampire hangout?" Just then she pulled into the parking lot. "Building the Crypt." "And who do you think will show up?" I asked. "So what are your plans?" I asked, trying to pry any info out of her while I had the chance. Luna's candy-pink-nailed fingers gripped the black leather steering wheel and her hair cascaded over her shoulders as if she were on a photo shoot.
The silver bat hood ornament glistened in the moonlight. The black curtains in back were drawn closed, and I wondered if indeed there might be a body in the hearse. A plastic skeleton hung from the rearview mirror and the vintage car's interior was perfectly amazing, with restored black vinyl upholstered seats. "Let's go." It was a thrill to ride in Jagger's hearse. Each vampire looked at us, seeing our reactions and waiting to see which one of us came up with an excuse first. For both of us, it meant time away from our loves. Luna and I each tried to hide our reluctance. "Take my car," he said, throwing the keys to his sister. "Luna, maybe you and Raven could get us some food at that diner," Jagger said. It was obvious that with Luna around, Sebastian wasn't being the help to Jagger that Jagger was hoping for. I found Sebastian and Luna overlapping limbs on a crate in the corner. I beamed with excitement as the abandoned factory was becoming the ultimate dance club.
It was truly magical how much they were able to do under the cloak of darkness. Several round tables, wooden chairs, and bar stools were covered with black velvet. A bar was placed in the middle of the northern-most wall. He wanted the patrons to be comfortable and have a unique experience. But Jagger had bigger dreams for his parties. Jagger was right - there wasn't much to do to make the abandoned mill a place to have a rave.
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