Bad Things [Eric]
Amy had found a quaint little hostel which catered to new arrivals. Until she had income she would have a bed to sleep on, a place to shower, laundry food to eat and employment opportunities shoved down her throat. Specifically kiss-o-gram jobs. How did the City have so many openings for kiss-o-grams? Couldn't they have a nice bicycle messenger position available instead?
Amy wasn't that desperate yet. The food at the hostel was terrible (cheap mac and cheese or ramen) but Amy wasn't desperate enough yet. Instead she decided to hit the street and explore. How could she resist going into a bar named Fangtasia?
After showing the girl at the front door her ID, Amy just barely of age to be in the establishment, looked around with a surprised expression on her face. She felt very inappropriately dressed-- particularly because she wore color. She'd never seen so much black and leather. She smirked despite herself. Vampire themed bar? Really?
"...Vampires aren't real," she said to herself. Walking to the bar she ordered a water. When the bartender gave her a look, Amy was quick to lie: "Designated driver." Despite the fact she'd come in by herself. But Amy was could be clever and at least this way she wouldn't get dirty looks for being broke. She hoped.