Nía blinks sleepily at Felix and yawns, not bothering to stand up. Normally she would do so, but she’s too tired for such a needless formality. Even though her and the younger vampire aren’t exactly friends, hell, she could barely say that they would even agree on the color of grass, she still feels like he’s the only person that would at least humor her by pretending to care. “I went to the bar, like I always do to relax. Sit at the bar, have a cigarette, a beer, then leave. Just as I always do. No one has had a problem with it before and you know I’ve been going there for a while now.” She starts off, the talking helping her wake up more as she recounts her evening. May as well get it out the way before he inevitably starts to yell at her.
“Then this ginger bimbo shows up. I don’t know her name, all I know is that I’ve seen her a couple of times when I go to the strip club for their specialty drinks. Anyway, she comes over and starts trying to make me put out my cigarette and has the nerve to talk down to me about my habits and clothing styles. I obviously retorted in kind, but why the fuck would I care what some werewolf stripper thinks. I finally told her if she didn’t like my smoking, she could hold her breath and if she passes out, I’d call the Alpha to pick her up before people mistake her for a doormat. I guess she took that as a challenge for a fight and wanted me to fight her outside. I honestly wasn’t in the mood to fight someone that was clearly mentally still in high school, so I just wanted my beer to drink and then I would have eventually left and gone back to the hotel. But she steals my drink and says some bullshit about not serving cowards. Pretty ironic, since she’d serve anyone that could shake a sock full of quarters in her direction.”
Finally having enough energy to stand up, she slowly gets up and walks over to the bars and leans against them, looking up at Felix with a bored expression that only thinly veiled her irritation. “I refused to leave and she started to try and rile up all the other wolves to back her up and likely all attack me, which would clearly look bad, but she was clearly stupid and didn’t think it through. We went back and forth with words a few more times and so, the bitch puts her dirty paws in my hair and pulls like some weak ass teenage human girl, so that’s when I punched her in the face. It went downhill from there and when the cops came, she started whining like she was the victim. And I bet all of her mutt friends will back her up, because they’re a bunch of fucking biased hypocrites, especially for their personal little ass shaker. So, now I’m here and I’m tired and hungry and had to listen while she sucked up to her cop boytoy like a bitch in heat. Anything else you wanna know? Because I’d rather you’d wait to yell at me because I’d honestly rather be asleep right now.”
Felix’s annoyance and frustration grew with every word that came from the elder vampire’s mouth. She might have been his superior in the clan, but when it came to the town, she didn’t have any power. Her actions that night didn’t make it seem like she cared about the power she had over the clan, anyway. “And did it not occur to you that the elder vampire refusing to leave a werewolf bar would reflect poorly on the entire clan, regardless of whether there was a fight?”
He couldn’t understand her logic, nor did he care to. All Felix knew was that he was fighting every minute of every day to make Thornridge a place they could call home, and this stunt, no matter who had provoked who, would set them back at least a month. Felix took a step closer to the bars, his dark eyes narrowing as they zeroed in on Catalina. “I don’t give a damn who started what. You should have left. You should have done everything in your power to avoid a confrontation with them. If you care for the clan and our safety as you claim to, you would do your best to remember that all fights can be avoided.”
Felix was already planning the warnings he would need to give to the younger vampires. Their elder causing trouble on werewolf turf could mean a bloodbath for next bloodsucker who set food in the Alibi. Coldly, Felix turned up his chin. “And if I were you, I’d stop with the slut shaming. I don’t care if you got into a fight with a stripper. You could’ve fought with an investment banker. In case you’ve forgotten in all the excitement, we run a brothel, and our sex workers, just like that one, aren’t worth any less because of their jobs. You’d do well to stop speaking down to and about people just because you fancy yourself as more dignified than they are.”
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