Derek, Maddy, John, and Open - Group Table (The Other End)
John's eyebrows lifted. He looked from Derek to Maddy. "It's funny, you don't smell high, but I still have my suspicions." He accepted a cup of black coffee from the server, took a sip, and chanced a look at the telekinetic. She was distracted, which was good news. Then the vampire returned his attention to... who was this, Debbie Harry with bedhead? "Maddy," he hedged. "You look like the sort of person no one would dream of hitting. It's just an idea, but maybe you could pass along a message that a human has nothing to fear from me, 265 days out of the year. The other 100 are on a sliding scale of danger. On second thought, never mind. We'll just hope she doesn't spot me."