"Did I hear something about a free drink?" Derek asked Brian, half-paying attention to the new people now entering the saloon. Two women, one sort of aggressively pushing the other. A man with an Irish accent. Shimmer, still looking content to do Shimmer-y things.
"I could use a beer. I forgot that Bloody Mary's taste like old people." The vampire shook his empty glass, the ice clinking along to the music. He wandered toward the bar, then noticed the trail of dust from everyone's entrance.