And there it was, poor little Lauren had blossomed into something beautiful and he really was quite proud of her. He helped her out of the car and into the club, eyes scouting the area to see what they had to work with, dreary bloody music but the lights were sutible for their purposes, the patrons just as he'd anticipated, wannabe's who would never be worthy of what they aspired to.
Hal led Lauren toward the bar and nodded to the admittidly very attractive barmaid shooting her a smile. "Lets start with bourbon, two of them, one for my friend here." Her reaction to his accent was immediate and she returned the smile with a hell of a lot more seduction behind the gaze than he'd expected this soon. Oh well this was just too easy. He'd be back to her, she looked like the type to allow it, which admittidly was much less fun for him. But he'd take what he could given they were in an apocalypse and probably did need the help of the idiot masses.
"This is the dregs of any society but they're always here, and they will eat out of the palm of your hand if you allow it. You are a goddess to them, do you understand me, you could pick any person in this bar and have them and no one would blink an eye. So long of course as you only take what you need. And that, my dear, is the first of our lessons. But that can keep, you need to break the habit of need, you take it as and when. Never let yourself starve Lauren, its not very pleasent, believe me."
The drinks returned along with, dear lord her number, and her hand sliding slowly along his. Someone was easier than he'd thought.
"That" he told her, sipping the bourbon. "is what you call fast food"