Nancy's laugh echoes across the bar. "I suppose there are a lot of groupies." She was actually quite happy not to be one, but she'd run into women like that. Ones that had been raised on fantasy books of vampire romances and didn't quite understand the world they were getting themselves into.

But in a way, she envied those women. They had a choice to make in the first place. Nancy never had.

"But that's what I meant. Order up, I've got you covered for a pint."