We walked into this bar with its lights, sweaty bodies, and the smell it was unbearable. Humans enjoyed this life? The music was loud and Hermia pushed to the side of the dance floor.
“Well… find your guys.” I had to lean and yell to her.
“I don’t even know what I’m looking at!” Hermia said. We stood there a moment when some guy approached me from behind.
“Hey, I like your tattoos.” He said and I stared at him confused. “On your back?” He said smiling.
“Oh yeah. Thanks.” I said looking at Hermia.
“Are those tattoos or scars on each side of your neck? We’re you attacked by a dog or something?” He asked and I looked at him.
“Yeah, a couple big nasty ones that will rip your face off.” I smiled and he looked at me like I was crazy and walked away.
“Don’t scare them off! We need t
