Birthright

Tristan felt his friendly attitude starting to fade. He waved at the bartender and ordered two beers. He slid one to his new 'friend' and took a sip from his own. He quirked an eyebrow at the younger man. "Actually, this is my turf. Has been for a long time. Longer than it's been yours, I'd wager." He noticed his prey pause by the rear door and lean against the wall. Their heads were together but it was still easy to see the pimp was arguing with the girl. "I'm not going hurt anyone that doesn't deserve it," the vampire sneered. "It's no concern of yours." He put his beer down and stood from his seat. "Besides, how would you stop me? Just leave it be, kid. Turn around and go back with the other roadies, and mind your own business."