It was a simple coincidence that brought Eddie to the cabaret that night. He had met Dahlia there before, and enjoyed her company, and was actually looking to meet her sister. His plans for the evening changed, however, when he walked in and caught a whiff of him.

He had been able to smell him on his brother before, on Ariadne after that, and he'd lingered near his place long enough to know exactly what Richard smelled like without ever having to see that cursed face. Eddie kept walking, not wanting to draw attention to himself just yet, and tucked himself into a small table near the back where he could watch the crowd. And find him.

Richard had been looking for her, but that wasn't supposed to be known even though residents of the island knew exactly why he was there. He ignored their glares, and growled whenever a slave looked at him the wrong way, making sure to let them know that he meant business. He had a terrible reputation on the island, but that didn't phase him one but. He treated people that deserved to be treated nicely. Unfortunately, not many actually did. The vampire finds himself a nice private booth and orders himself a lovely Latin dancer, immediately fueling the rumors that he had been there to look for Esmer. It wasn't a secret but locals were tired of it and just wanted him out of the bar. He catches a familiar scent but is distracted when the dancer grinds on his lap. He takes the bottle from the bucket of ice and opens it, pouring himself a nice glass as fierce, predatory eyes stare at the dancer in front of him.

It doesn't take him too long to find him. The path of ruined moods is easy enough to spot, and it all leads to the creep in the booth getting a lap dance. From what Eddie can spy, Richie isn't anything more than a typical vampire. Greasy, arrogant, a massive asshole who never understood moderation - but certainly not someone he needs to worry about in terms of an actual challenge when it comes to rescuing his brother.

Still, he doesn't want to make the mistake of underestimating him, so he passes from dancer to dancer, waitress to waitress, flirting as he goes to get closer to that private booth.