"Hey gorgeous. I'm Shelby." Shelby leans into the bar, eyeing the man next to her. "What brings you here?"
His lips part in a sigh. He doesn't turn to her. "I'm not interested." He sips a dark brew from a clear glass.
"You don't even know what I'm over here for!" She slurs a little and giggles.
"I don't care." He hunches his shoulders a little bit.
"Oh come on. Don't be such a hardass." A hand is placed on his back.
He gives an irritated sigh and rolls his eyes. "Please remove your hand."
Shelby purrs. "Why, hun? Is it making you feel things?"
"Yeah." He roughly sets the glass down. "It is."
"What would that be?" She moves closer to him, pressing into his side.
Finally, he turns his head to look at her. "Anger."
"Oh?" She blinks innocently. "Should I be afraid?" She whispers in his ear.
"No. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to leave." He pulls out his wallet, fishes out a bill and places it under the glass. Her hand slides off of his back as he stands up.
"Oh come on!" She glares at him.
He quickly glances at the other people in the pub. No attention on them. Yet. He turns and continues toward the door. Shelby's face becomes red and she glowers at his retreating figure. "Hey ASSHOLE!"
He turns back and rolls his eyes at her before putting his hand on the door. A hand roughly grasps his upper arm. His head whips around. "What do you not get abo-" Lips smash into his. Another hand slips up his shirt.
"Take it outside!" Someone hollers. He glares and shoves her back.
Shelby stumbles slightly. She takes heaving breaths. "You can't tell me no. No one ever tells me no." She takes a step forward.
"Stop while you're ahead, lady. I've told you no. Take the loss and move on."
She takes another step forward. "Nobody. Tells me. No."
"You better quit before I do something that you'll regret." He raises an eyebrow and looks at the ground.
"Oh baby," she advances, "I could never regret you." Her hand roughly grabs his arm again.
Her hand snakes up his shirt. "I didn't wanna do this." He murmurs and cups her face with his hands.
"It's okay. You'll be glad you did by the end of it." She purrs and presses her body into his.
She closes her eyes and leans in for a kiss. "I'm not so sure." He answers before snapping her neck. Her body drops like a sack of potatoes. He looks up. All eyes are on him.
A tall, well muscled man stands up from the table nearest him. "What the FUCK, man?"
The man at the door sighs.
"Is that what you do? Kill defenseless women? Is that what gets you off?" The monster of a man approaches. Other patrons stand from their tables and follow his lead.
The man at the door mumbles.
"What was that you bastard? You think you're tough enough to murder you're tough enough to say that shit where we can hear it."
"It's not just women." The man at the door looks up, light glinting in his eyes. He smiles, exposing two rows of jagged teeth. His body tenses. "Killing men also does the trick." He lunges.
