I sat the front of the bar, compelling the bar tender numerous times to get some drinks, and just mess with his head. I made him make retarded sounds while pouring other people's drinks just so I could get a laugh. I pulled out my phone, and started to text Evetta, but then I stopped, smelling a rather good blood type. I saw the source. It was a rather handsome man - blond hair, blue eyes ... My type of food. I walked over casually, and then turned him over to the corner. I immediately compelled him and said, "Don't scream, or I'll make you into a basketball," and easily, sinked my growing fangs into his juicy throat, enjoying my new meal.
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