The vampire grabbed a napkin from a metal dispenser and handed it to a sneezy Shimmer. He paused and took a moment to read the room. Confused eyes were on them, particularly a man standing behind him, holding a beer, and looking positively bewildered. He had the vibe of someone in charge, and it occurred to Derek that he and Shimmer might be on the verge of getting booted from the establishment.
"Heyyyyyy." Derek stuck out his thumb and jabbed it in Shimmer's direction. "She's really into horses," the vampire explained, taking a casual step toward Brian. A scent struck out at him, recognizable amid everything else in the bar because of how out-of-place it was. That woodsy, rainy smell.