As the woman worked on her shoulder, Marty couldn't help but get a whiff of fresh blood from her. After almost a year of living on refrigerated blood, it was a sweet temptation. Not one he planned on giving in to but Marty had to admit he missed warm blood.
"So it was bar fight", he remarked. "Well, caused by events in a bar. Just not this bar. Kids today", he added with a cluck of his tongue. "No respect". As though Marty was one to talk. He had a past, probably like everyone else in this joint.