It was the usual night, and the petite vampire was considering going home to tuck into one of those ridiculous shows the humans liked. She was not addicted to any of the, but it did help her understand and be prepared should she ever get what they call 'bridezilla'. Of course, being what she was, Pam didn't have to worry about too many women coming along she couldn't take care of, make them come round to her way of seeing things.
She continued to pour drinks, smile or snipe at the right times, and do so while looking very nice in something tight and corseted with an Oriental flare. She liked more conservative dress, but the job was the job. She had to show a little skin and fang when she worked. As long as she didn't mean it, she was okay. She cared so little about the hunters and humans, the fangs did amount to nothing more than show.
Pam watched the crowd, looking for new faces. She needed something new to keep her here. The Swede had disappeared, and she hadn't gotten much out of the short time with that one. She needed someone new to play with, or sit quietly with as yet another woman screeched at her husband-to-be about just how important she was.
"No, we are not allowed to feed on the premises." It didn't matter if it was true or not; Pam was not interested in the twink leaning against the bar in front of her. She'd told the kid a few times that she wasn't interested more than once, and her promise to behave kept her from reaching across the bar and yanking the kid close to show just how cruel she could be to those who annoyed her.