What a name for a bar. "Black Ball Bar and Steak" I hope they serve a good steak.

As I walk up to the entrance I can already smell the odor of stale beer and whiskey, and the stronger scent of a were-creature or two. The most surprising smell though is that of a vampire. This will get some taking use to. In my day and age, most of us supernatural creatures never mingled much.

The doorman looks like an overweight werewolf, about 6'3" with dirty blonde hair and tattoos all over his body, at least the parts I can see. About 30 years old and wearing a black t-shirt with a black leather vest full of patches. According to his vest, his road name is BullDog. He decides to step in front of me before I can enter.

"Miss I need to see some ID please" He states, as he looks up into my face, with a bit of a snarl as he smells my wolf on me.

"Now BullDog is do you really need to see it?" I question, as I let a bit of my Alpha power seep out." I just want a steak and then to get some shut-eye before I hit the road tomorrow."

"I am sorry miss," he stammers, as he starts to shake visibly scared of me," but it is policy." he leans in, whispering "The Alpha of the NightStalkers made it clear I ID everyone who looks under 35, no disrespect."

I pull out my wallet from my back pocket curious about just how old my witchy friend made me. I opened it to retrieve my driver's license which says I am 21 years of age. I almost giggle at that, but also see that it says I am from a state called Arizona, which also shows an address on it. I also noticed a few other plastic cards and some cash in the billfold. I guess I will have to see what they all are once I get back to my motel room.

"Thank you, Miss Helstrom enjoy your night. Please accept this black token, it is good for a free drink from any of the servers." BullDog says

I notice a corner table in the back of the dining area close to the restrooms empty so I head to it. The smell of the food coming from the kitchen is already making my mouth water. But then again it has been a hundred years or so since I have eaten.

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As I take my jacket off and lay it down in the booth before sitting down I notice there are many eyes looking my way staring at me. My superior hearing lets me catch some of the spoken words. Ever heard of the Hell Wolf MC? She must be a crazy bitch to fly unheard-of colors in here. Wonder if she is as strong as she is tall. Would love to play with that.

Hmm sounds like MCs have territories like packs do. Guess I am in someone else's territory. So much for keeping a low profile while traveling.

What a strange-looking waitress walking this way. Dirty blonde hair, 5'11", and a great body, even though the piercings make her look a bit dangerous, I bet she would be fun for an evening. Now if she just wasn't a vampire I would probably ask her back to my room.

"Hello miss, my name is Bree, what can I get you tonight? By the way, our drink specials tonight are Zombies and Dragon's Breath Beer. From the kitchen, we have an all-you-can-eat boneless chicken wings or Rib-eye steak. Unless you are brave enough to try the 96 oz steak dinner. If you can finish it all in under 30 minutes your food is free." Bree says as she takes in all my curves and tattoos.

"Well Bree let's start with giving ya a token for a Zombie, and I will do the 96 oz steak dinner rare. After that let's try the all-you-can-eat wings extra, extra spicy, with a pitcher of that beer." I say giving her a wink and raising an eyebrow as I look her over, licking my lips.

As Bree walks away swaying her hips a bit extra for me to put in my order, a gentleman in all leather clothes walks up to me pulls a chair out, and sits across the table from me.

"I don't know who you think you are, but flying colors and not asking before coming to our bar is frowned upon lady. The guys over there at the pool table think you should buy them a round of drinks and sent me to tell you that while in this bar you are not to wear your jacket or cut without their permission."

" I will tell what little bondage boy. I am here to eat steak then leave. If they want me to buy a round of beer for them then they all better line up and come lick my boots, and I will wear whatever I like. Make sure you tell them that just as I said it, if ya get it wrong the next ball stuck in your mouth will be that 8-ball. I am sure it is way larger than any of their little dingleberries. As I am sure if any of them had any real balls, then they would have come and told me that instead of sending their little butt monkey over to do it." I say with a slight growl in my tone. " Now leave me before my steak gets here, and don't ever sit down at my table again."