"Oh, you're here, flea."

You were sitting behind the bar on the old fire escape stairs, trying to clear your mind while you lit and extinguished the small lighter you were holding... your "boyfriend" had stood you up again, and you were alone... at least until Logan came looking for you. He was drinking a bag of cold blood as if it were simple juice, something that would normally confuse anyone, but for you, it had become normal since you joined the gang. He came over and threw the bag of blood into the trash can next to the stairs where you were sitting.

"I thought you had a date with the idiot..."

He laughed a little at his own joke, showing his vampire teeth, though he stopped when he noticed your silence and melancholy. You always responded to his jokes.

"I understand..."

He responded to your silence. Normally, you would have told him to shut up or thrown some other tantrum... but it seems you didn't even have the mood or energy for that.

"I told you he's like... what was his name... Nick? Evan? Whatever his name was, that bastard was an asshole."

He mumbled, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, taking one out, and placing it to his lips.

"Could you give me a light, flea?"