Dennis made sure that when he headed to the bathrooms, Luna was looking the other way.
He swung past the woman he'd earlier marked as his victim, whispering a few sweet words in her ear before heading out the darkened corridor to the bathrooms.
He didn't have to wait long. Dennis gave his victim a smirk, and drawled a few whispered words as he lead her out the back and into the darkened alley.
Luna's taste was still on his lips when he kissed his victim, but he had no time for the usual foreplay he had with them. His hand was quickly over her mouth, his fangs biting into her neck as he felt her struggle against the pain of his harsh and needy feed.
He could feel when the struggle became too much, when her ability to fight was weakened as he felt her warm and tasty blood slide along his tongue, warming his own veins as he drained her of her very lifeblood.
He felt the moment when her heart gave out its last beat, and he let his fangs go, gasping as he let her fall to the ground. The blood renewed him, and he felt alive and vibrant again, and he remembered Luna.
She would no doubt taste the blood if he kissed her again, so he hurried back into the toilets, washing his face, hands and rinsing out his mouth. Satisfied she would think he'd only been to the bathroom, he sauntered back out.
Sliding back into the booth, he grasped her hand, squeezing it as he drank the rest of his vodka. "Ready to head home?" he asked her, his voice just a little hoarser and deeper than before. The blood warmed him, and he would be able to resist doing the same to Luna. For now.