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Ada sighed and tapped her fingers on the bar in rhythm with the music Caius was playing. It was beautiful to listen to but she’d been here for five years, she knew the drill. He’d play, expect no applause and then probably slink off to seclusion in his little hidey hole. It was predictable enough and once he’d stalked off she twisted around on her stool to face the bar once more and stare at her glass of whiskey. This was a normal night, as normal as one could get when surrounded by creatures of the legend that is.

After finishing off her drink and feeling a bit more sociable, she rose and began to mingle with the other patrons. Ada wasn’t anyone’s personal blood slave, at least not yet, so she would float around to see who was hungry and give them a nibble. Sometimes she’d provide other services if she felt so inclined but tonight she felt like simply doing her job then going home. Her current dress spoke volumes about her mood. Where others were dressed to the nines, Ada was dressed in a plaid, men’s button up, tattered jeans, old sneakers with a messy hair braid to top it off. Basically her dress screamed, say what you need to say then promptly fuck off.

As she roved about the room, a particularly lusty male vampire seemed to be deaf to her signals and tried to get more than a sip of blood from her. She gave him her customary glare of death and doom but it only seemed to power his pursuit on more. Finally the minor struggle ended with her giving him a sound pop in the mouth that echoed throughout the room.

“Suck on that for awhile ya dickhead.”

Jesus Christ that never failed to hurt her fist. When would she learn? Never, yep, probably never.