Ash smiled and tilted her head back to look at Vaj as he came to their table and sat down next to her. "Mmmm...indeed I have." She murmured, licking her lips in remembrance of the sweet blood that flowed from her victims neck and into her body. "He was rather tasty. Sure he won't remember a thing by the morning."

She chuckled to herself, wrapping the red straw she had bent out of shape around a slender finger, the soft skin looking paler than usual. "So...what was going on out back?" She asked him softly, her eyes returning to the room, wandering and searching.

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