I stepped into the bar, the red lights mixed with the smoke making a eerie curtain around the room.
The juke box sat in one corner, next to the door that led to the dungeon area.
This was a bar that many of us supernaturals frequented, and only a hand full of humans visited.
I took a seat at the bar, saving the bar tender, a hood friend of mine, over.
At first I had started coming to the bar as a means to retrieve information when I was busy with a hunt, but slowly I began to realise this was where I was most comfortable, with my own people.
"Hey, Lev, what'll it be?"
"I want to feel the alcohol tonight, Len." Being a bar that catered for mainly supernatural clientele, Len had devised his own mix of alcohol's for us, those were strictly for us, no humans had ever tasted them.
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