"She was a fox. I've always had a thing for red hair."

Theresa said it without rancor, watched the guitarist untangle himself from his instrument's cord. She wondered idly if all Slayers had a wait-and-see policy, or if there were those who killed randomly, even humans. Maybe that one girl had been the exception and not the rule.

"The music must be better than the setting suggests," the vampire told Rhiannon, noting the bare-bones decor. Then again, all bands had to get their start somewhere. At least it wasn't over-run with tourists. "I didn't know there were places in Vegas that didn't use a million watts of electricity to show that the place is open."