Mason was enjoying his pint, slowly taking a sip and keeping himself hunched over his drink. He was deliberately not looking around or catching anyone's eye. He wasn't trying to make himself known or pick anyone up. He'd just wanted a night out to himself.
There was something not quite right, though, and Mason lifted his head suddenly to see if he could figure it out. One of the smells was out of the ordinary, and it must have just come closer to catch his attention. It wasn't until he saw the man stand up from behind the bar across from him that it clicked. It wasn't the smell that had caught his attention, but perhaps the lack thereof.
Mason instantly stiffened in his seat. This was the worst time to encounter one of their kind. (Not that there was ever a particularly great time.) The wolf wasn't afraid of them, not at all. It could overpower damn near anything that got in its way when it was transformed. Mason himself, the human, tried his hardest not to look afraid as he caught the vampire's eye. His grip on his glass tightened.
If the vampire was smart, they wouldn't start anything in here. There were too many witnesses, too many humans to get involved in the fight. It was the one thing, Mason was sure, that was keeping the vampire from attacking him that instant. Without looking away, Mason awkwardly maneuvered the phone from his pocket and held it tightly in his lap. He'd have to call - he was sure of that, but he waited to see if the vampire was going to start anything or wait until he was outside and more vulnerable to attack.
He wasn't trying to start anything, but still he found himself lifting his eyebrows challengingly towards the monster.