Fallon POV
Bruce and I go into the back dining room. I look around, but there is no one with us. A table is set for us, and our food is waiting. I see the b****y mary and go straight for it. I need a drink. I begin to drink the b****y mary. I have never been much of a drinker, but right now, I need it.
"You don't turn 18 until next week. Am I right?" A rough, growling voice says.
I turn to see a woman. She is thin and short. Her hair is long, and her face is covered. "That is right. I am only 17," I answer.
She moves closer. "Well, don't get drunk in my place and cause me to lose my liquor license," she says, laughing. I am not sure the supernatural has a liquor license or if anyone can get here that isn't special in some way. I nod while she laughs.
"I am Umbra," she says. She moves
