THIRD PERSON POV
Thomas Hill slunk back into the stall, taking a very slow sip of his drink. As the gorgeous waitress stopped by for the umpteenth time, he waved her away before she could ask him if he wanted anything.
Though, he knew exactly what she was offering and part of him was honestly tempted. The young waitress was leggy, tall, and had a mouth that looked like she could suck the chrome of a bumper. He knew that he could probably have her quit her shift early for an evening fling with him at the hotel across the street.
But, another part of him was just not cooperating. Not anymore, not since he had set his eyes on her. He narrowed his eyes, looking around him. Blood Fangs. Not the strangest name for a pub, but still, not a place he would be frequent. He knew that she never le
