Blood Files

He walked through the doors behind a group of bar-hoppers ready for their next good time. He took a chair at a table near the corner; not directly in the corner, only near it with no one behind him. He slouched into a comfortable position with his long legs spread stretched out. He studied the room first, noting the nice decor and decorations befitting it. He watched the people and picked out the regulars easily enough - those that were comfortable in the presence of the werewolves.

When the waitress came by to take his order, he courteously asked for a moment to decide. He waited and watched. When she returned, he asked if he could please speak to the owner. The waitress's face turned worried but she quickly walked away.

Eric waited.