The diminutive brunette snagged her bottle of domestic beer after tossing down some cash for the bartender to scoop up, used her shirt tail to twist the cap off. There was a plastic pitcher on the bar with dozens of other bottle caps in it, and the vampire flipped her contribution on top of the lot before taking a pull at the cold contents.The betting for the next match was starting, and she decided to wait until that bout was over before making a wager of her own.

The longer she stood there, the more aware she became that there was a smell in the near vicinity. Not just a smell, but a stink. Back when she was human, her mother had owned a Maine coon cat named Pickles. The smell was more pungent than that, but it was slightly feline. Theresa's nose wrinkled with distaste.

There was a man with a glass of something stronger than beer in his hand close by. If she'd been the confrontational sort, she'd have leaned into his space to see if the odor was coming from him. Was it possible that he worked with animals and just forgot to take a shower? He was very good-looking. But she already didn't like him, and she didn't know why when he wasn't even looking at her.

This was a fuck of a place to develop stranger danger.