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I sense not long after facing the girl across from me that she's not just in a vampire bar because she likes the view. Like with all vampires, I can smell the death coming off of her like a cheap perfume and it's all I can do not to wrinkle my nose and show my distaste. The gentleman in me keeps my face polite and curious, a small smirk on my face as I look her over. She's quite pretty for a vampire and she doesn't seem all that familiar with the place. Maybe she's new in town too? "I hope I didn't take someone's seat." I say sheepishly, hoping I'm not about to be confronted by a large manly vampire who wants his seat back. She tucks some hair behind her ears and gives me a sweet smile that makes me wish she wasn't the evil undead. Why does she have to have such a pretty smile? I don't even want to ask how she keeps her teeth so white. I probably won't like the answer. She tells me that she was just people watching and asks if I would like a drink. My smirk widens. "The strongest whiskey should do the trick. I'm Troy." |