The hotel bar

Mondays being sort of a down day, you decide to take your hunt to the bar of the finest hotel in town, well the only hotel with some kind of hotel bar and fine. Well it have a four star rating, and the staff isn't to mad at you yet. Most of them isn't. As you pass out into the evening air, you feel it's chill coming thou the jacket down the lace up of the body. The autumn air is starting to get freezing, maybe it start to snow soon as well. You hope it will be late snow this year, but with your luck it might even snow on the way home tonight. After a short walk you head up the the familiar doors of the plaza hotel. To the left is the restaurant and behind it the launch bar, big low sofas and a few couches. The right is dominated by the reception desk, as you walk in you look the reception staff over. A single girl works the counter tonight, a cute teen you seen many nights now. The tight blouse just leaning the edges of the tight vest both with draw your attentions to her cleavage. Covered just enough to make the dress decent and professional. But if i could start your imagination it sure worked on the male guests. You exchanged smiles as you walked over to the lounge bar. Behind the bar to day was an elderly male bartender, you remembered talking to him a few weeks about. He usually avoided working weekends so you meet him a few times before when the place was low on guests. It was something in his eyes that made you consider making him a regular blood doll. Hut you didn't feel for the commitment of that, having a relations ship to your victims still scared you. You passed the bad, asked for a glass of the house white, then walked over to the nearest couch. Leaned back, pulled the laptop from it's sleeve. Looking around the room. You where first, feeling stared out by the staff. You twisted a bit awkward as the bartender came over with the wine.

He smiles at you. Nice to see you again. It was a sincerity in his voice. Nice to see you as well, you answered him, you brain struggling to come up with an excuse to be out so much in bars. It was definitely not social accepted, but why did you care about his view of you. I'm Nadine, I work as, hesitation, a writer. You stumbled, begin among people gives me inspiration, You voice more secure. The laptop in your knee helping your cover story to look more plausible. Your eyes met and he smiled, That be 45, I'll let you have the happy hour price a bit longer. He sounded pleased to offer you something. Your charm was definitely expanding, either as a part of being a vampire, or plainly bu the experience in seducing you had started to acquire. You sat down, open the laptop and started to arrange the notes, The cover had not been a total lie. During you final year at the univ, you took a few classes in literature. Mostly to add up points to fulfill the the loans quota, but it been fun. A way to get the creativity going while the programing exercises for your master started to feel repelling boring. Well more and more challenging but you didn't feel they allowed your self to express your self. But that was all back when your where mortal, now you didn't care that much about day jobs. It was as the hunting was all you cared for, well you had a few side gigs working with apps for a few companies out of California. Great with the times zones, you had time for you hunt before they started working. The tough of hunting got you to reality and you scanned the bar for possible victims.

The bar wasn't empty any more, at it sat two guys, one older about the fifties you guessed and a young man in his mid twenties. Both with similar polo-shirts. Non of them fitting, blue pants and sneakers. You guessed similar white tube socks a well. It sure was a company issued outfit, guests at the hotel for sure. The younger guy had something cute in his eyes. In the couch group next to you three guys had dropped there laptop bags. Two of them leaning forward over the low table frenetically hacking on there laptops, they sure was deep into evening work. On the other side of the table the last of the four, yes they ware working tree on two computers, arguing solutions to some problem, was a tall guy leaning back in the couch laptop in his knee. He typed away looking concentrated on the screen in-front of him you was sure these four had was up to demo something tomorrow. The last person you noticed was a middle aged man, some crafts beer on the table, phone in hand reading something while he sipped from the beer. He was casually dressed in shirt, dark jeans and some dark boots, you was unable to make out the details form here, but sure he was the one spending most of all guests in the bar on his outfit.