[Rebekah sauntered into the dusky roadside bar complete with peanut shells crushed into the creaky wooden floors, the smell of tobacco, -c-

- regurgitated booze and testosterone permeated the stale air. As if right out of a Steven McQueen film, a couple of burly men competed -c-

- in a strongman competition of sorts near the center of the room to ensure a captive audience. It was definitely not the type of posh -c-

- lounge she had grown accustomed to and she nearly exited before ever quenching her thirst but as she turned to make her escape a large -c-

- tattooed arm blocked her path. "Where ya off to in such a hurry pretty lady? Them ruffians didn't cause ya any fright now did they? -c-

- He asked making a head gesture toward the men in the center of the room but before Rebekah could make any type of reply he grabbed her -c-

- arm with more force than she would have liked as he asked, in a manner suggesting that it wasn't really a request,for her to accompany -c-

- him to the bar for a drink. Rebekah forced herself to simulate the most sincere smile she could muster taking a small pleasure in the -c-

- fact that he seemed a bit surprised that she duplicated his order when asked "what her poison was". She continued to play the part of -c-

- the nervous yet adventurous party girl into the evening hours, claiming beginners luck when beating them at their parlor games. This -c-

- went on into the evening hours then as she predicted the atmosphere shifted and suddenly she was the last steak in a cage of hungry -c-

- lions... or so they thought. Rebekah’s fangs tore through her gums in an instant. She flashed them at her would-be assailants as the -c-

- veins under her eyes rose beneath her skin, and her eyes turned a shade of crimson red. She reveled in the irony of the sudden -c-

- reversal in roles, suddenly she was the intimidating one and they were all clambering to leave. In a flash Rebekah moved to block the -c-

- the same exit she attempted to make her escape through only hours before and had a feast to suit a king... or queen, leaving no one -c-

- left alive before she drove off, the dive bar consumed in flames in her rearview mirror]

Morning Psycho. Morning Hero.

Most likely! RT Damon Salvatore.: Lorenzo [ Hiatus] "Psssst, I have a feeling I will do something extra stupid and join you in captivity."

Good morning TL!