Who: Neil and Saoirse
When: Early afternoon, just after Heme opens
Where: Heme
Even if Heme hadn't been open all that long, they still had regulars. And a good percentage of them weren't vampires. The hardcore groupies - whatever you wanted to call them, be them freshies, fangbangers, or blood dolls - were always on hand, as were the lonely people who came to Heme because they knew it wouldn't be empty. And the weekends were worse.
Thankfully, it didn't really get crowded (usually) until after the sun went down. Saoirse had a couple of people sitting at the bar (one vampire, two humans - figured), and then less than a dozen other people at tables. This was quiet, and not a bad change of pace. Might as well enjoy it, because it'd be crazy later.
She stood behind the bar, not having to pay much attention to the people sitting nearby. She could pour drinks without looking up from her cellphone or saying a word, as she texted away, trying to figure out if Heme's vampire band was going to play Big Momma Moriarty's battle of the bands. Oh yes, this was happening. This was happening, or Saoirse was going to stake herself some bitches and drag them on stage with her. End of freaking story.