To cap off our weekend of vampire-ing, we went out to the Stinking Rose and had dinner in Dracula’s Grotto. We had, from left to right, the Tremere Lord of the South (that’s UK south), the Brujah Primogen of Los Angeles, Dracula (the one and only), the Malkavian Cardinal of the East, and the Lasombra Archbishop of Hollywood. Why? Because fuck sect politics - this is LA! We party!