It was either Asa’s second or third time at the bar that day, only because she felt the need to eat and refuel after coming across an old enemy she’d once quarreled with. It was a shock to her to see people that she believed to be dead once, but there was absolutely no hesitation and no regret in going in and trying to kill them once more. Looking over at the stranger that joined he in the middle of her snack time, she rose her eyebrows at him, “tough night?” She asked, her wounds already beginning to heal.
The cravings were worse than before, being dead a second time and waking up abruptly meant he had no time to prepare himself in terms of blood lust. The sound of blood pumping through the veins of customers in the bar making it difficult to concentrate, eventually though he settled on ordering a Scottish whiskey, averting his gaze from the sign to the girl who spoke. "That's one way of wording things," he muttered under his breath.
