Tristan finished his beer and then leaned back on his stool as Brian practically begged Tristan to back off. Instead, Tristan laughed. He could feel the fear rolling off of the guy. He sounded like a little kid asking the bully not to steal his lunch money. Tristan found it so absurd, he had to laugh. Then he held up his hands, palms out, in a pacifying gesture.
"Hey, don't worry, kid. Your friends are safe." The vampire's eyes narrowed as he saw his prey out of the corner of his eye. The pimp was dragging the girl by her elbow now, towards a side door. "I don't go for vanilla," he quipped.
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on 2013-09-13 02:12 am (UTC)"Hey, don't worry, kid. Your friends are safe." The vampire's eyes narrowed as he saw his prey out of the corner of his eye. The pimp was dragging the girl by her elbow now, towards a side door. "I don't go for vanilla," he quipped.