A vampire club. Seriously. Veronica looked around and shook her head at the situations she managed to get in while visiting another world. Though, to be honest, at least Fangtasia was better than the River Styx. You had to hand it to Caroline-she made a vampire bar look very classy.
She'd had an interesting start to their evening. Even though she'd entered with Sam, she made a bee line to the ladies room soon after arriving (she had the nervous pees any time she went somewhere where vampires might be, even if she'd gotten decent at dealing with them. The ladies' room was even classier than the rest of the bar and she made note to tell Caroline that next she spoke to her), and on her way back she'd been stopped by an especially greasy looking vampire. "It's not happening," she said, shaking her head, and he'd followed her for a while before she turned around, squared her hips and glared at him. "Seriously, I might be small but I can still make you dust, buddy. I know Buffy." The name was enough to make him scram, and Veronica smiled. Much better than saying she had a boyfriend. Might be true, but it made her feel like more of a feminist.
So, other than that, the night had been fine. Almost boring, really. When Sam told her they were half way done, she smiled and nudged him. "Are the vampires boring you? I've only been propositioned once, so this is a slow night."