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Lena cocked her head to the side and smirked as the boy looked away. Silly little thing. Leaning away from the bar top she jumped over it and landed gracefully on the other side. Her gaze flickered to Shadow for a brief second before she walked up to the other male. "I see your antisocial, yet you come to a bar. How odd?" She whispered taking a seat across from him. "What are you here for?" She questioned leaning closer.

The Nosferatu blinked as he felt a slight breeze from the barkeep's jump over the counter; he didn't believe it wise to show off one's own abilities unless necessary, although he assumed that her powers were common knowledge in this place. He shifted his gaze as she approached him, wondering at his behavior. When she asked what business he had in the bar, he let out a sigh, and turned to face her, his right eye glinting silver in the dim light of the lamps dotting the tavern. As the light shone under his hood, his warped facial features, including his useless left eye, were made clear to her.

"I have come here on business," the young vampire muttered to her almost breathlessly. "Those who require information would seek me out; I make myself available for such individuals in places such as this."

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Shaylene walked down a pebbled path, her dirty blond almost brown hair blowing around her softly in the breeze. She kept walking until she found a building with a sign that read Bar, and with a smile she walked in. Her fishing net gloves slipped on the doorknob before she gripped it tighter as she closed the door soundlessly behind her. Her left hand was across her chest, fiddling with the black bell that lay on her bare skin. She walked up to what looked like the main counter and leaned on it, her arms crossed gently. She shifted uncomfortably as she listened tot eh talk around her, she didn't feel like she belonged anywhere these days. But so what? She hasn't been accepted her whole life, she was, after all, a half breed. The girl that seems defenceless, seems harmless and vulnerable, but really has incredible strength and intelligence. She sighed and looked around before knocking softly on the wood. "What does a girl have to do to get some service around here?" she asked loudly, her voice filled with venom and warning. She didn't feel like putting up with any crap from racist bastards, nor did she feel like sitting around and doing nothing. All she knew was that the people around her were mostly vampires, making this obviously a blood bar. She knocked hard on the wood of teh counter and glared at a guy that gave her a weird look. This was a blood bar, and she needed blood, but she wasn't getting service quick enough and her anger gauge was rising... quickly.

Shaylene smiled back, although the gesture didnt reach her cold eyes. "The names Shaylene, not love." she hissed through tightly clenched teeth. "The name is Shaylene Anne Ashton to be exact, and I happen to be a proud member of the Gangrel Clan." she added on with a gleam in her eye. She didnt really feel accepted anywhere, but if she did, it was with her clan. Her adopted family, the ones that didnt care - from what she knew - that she was a half breed. "What do you think I want?" she asked, unclenhing ehr teeth to open her mouth and show her pearly white fangs. "Blood, if you'd care to be kind enough." she said, sounding snarky. She hadnmt had blood in almost five days, adn she needed it before she got any mroe intolerable. She hated making her first impression when she was cranky and running on human food. "And if you'd be so kind, make it fast. Im a bit low." she said quietly, once again ignoreign the looks from around her. She bit down on her lip, "...please.." she squeezed out from her vocal cords, she wasnt used to asking for things. Her parents had always had things ready fro her, and then her relatives that she lived for always did. And her late family did as well, her desceased husband worked at the hospital and brought blood to her. She has never hunted animals nor humans... ever.

A young woman walked in, taking her sunglasses off to reveal chocolate brown eyes; the lighting was bearable here. She wrinkled her nose as if disgusted. Blood must have been really popular here. But that was good, right? Where there was blood there was meat! She walked over to the bar, hopping up onto a stool. Alex smelled mostly of dog, but underneath was a lot of human, complete with delicious blood - identical to what they were serving - pumping through her veins with every heart beat. The only sign that she wasn't totally unapproachable was her swinging feet. She waited patiently for the bartender.

As new comers flooded into bar she smiled getting off of the counter to stand properly behind the bar where she belonged. Going to the new comer closest she smiled at her swinging legs and rolled her eyes. "Well hello love. What can I get you?" Lena asked kindly. Her eyes snapped over to the other girl and she smiled softly.

"Do you have any meat? Preferably steak?" she asked excitedly. Normally Alex wagged her tail or had her tongue hanging out of her mouth when requesting food. She thankfully had no tail, but the tongue thing had been a little harder to manage.

"Sorry, just wet..." he said giving it one last twist and unraveling it to put it back on with a sigh. Looking back up at the woman with a smile, trying to show he really was sorry.