Vamperdoodles *vv* (no that's not the actual title)

There was one customer who seemed a little out of place among the rest. For one thing, she looked very young...16 at most. She wasn't very tall, either, and her booted feet didn't even touch the ground. Granted, the booths of the bar+grill were very high. While most people were there chatting it up with others, she sat in that lone booth at the very back. It was one of those long booths used to seat a party of 6. However, she was there completely alone, sitting in the very center, back against the wall. From there, she could view the entire restaurant, but for now she only seemed interested in her menu options. She gave a sigh, then lifted a delicate finger to call the attention of a waiter. "Um, I'm ready."

In her true last second fashion, as soon as Mabel had gotten her waiter's attention, she scanned over the me again. When he finally approached to take her order, she closed the menu in a very lady-like way, locking eyes with the waiter. He'd probably notice their striking green hue first (I made them green because blue isn't what I picture anymore), which set her apart from her frizzy mess of black hair and her generally dark clothing. "Do you have..." for no reason at all, Mabel glanced over her shoulder, as if she'd gotten distracted by something coming from inside the wall. It seemed to be nothing, so she set her attention back on her waiter. This time, when she spoke, she covered her mouth with her hand, muffling her soft-enough voice. "Do you have steaks?" Had she even read the menu?

Mabel blinked at her server, as if to observe him. Her eyes cast all over his arms, there was something odd about them. However, nothing was there. She maneuvered her gaze to his neck and began inspecting that, too. Nothing to satisfy her curiosity, but there was a name tag on his shirt over his heart. Nathan... Her hand still cupped over her mouth when she finally asked in a judgemental voice, "And that's a steak? The New York Stripper thing?" Mabel's thin dark eyebrows furrowed above her eyes suspiciously. The name of it sounded funny to her. Realizing she may have been bugging him, Mabel glanced down at the table, handing the waiter her menu with her free hand. "Really rare. Whatever it is. I need it rare."

Mabel kept her stare on the table when Nathan left her, embarrassment shining through her cheeks in a shade of red. Oh well. He's a waiter. He's probably been through this loads of times. But was I one of the more difficult customers? I can never tell. It's important I make a good impression. She focused her gaze upwards in the direction of where her waiter left. It's a shame he didn't have any bug bites or scratches on him. I could have analyzed them for his blood type, see if he's got good blood. I guess I'll just have to ask. No harm there, right?

While she waited for her food, Mabel observed the other humans from where she sat. She tried sensing their blood type, but her main purpose was to see how humans acted around each other, made impressions on others. I've been around for years and I still can't human.

Had Mabel paid any attention to the curious stares of the other eaters, she wouldn't have cared one bit if they found her order odd. It was beautiful, and exactly what she wanted. Her hungry gaze followed the steak all the way to her table. As soon as it was set in front of her, she began chowing down in a very unlady-like way - and she didn't care if people found her odd for that, either.

Yes, the steak was very cold, only slightly warm on the surface. It was a shame the ravenous vampire had to settle on this - she hadn't been able to find good warm blood in weeks if not months. However, it was taste in its own right. The cow died well.

With a pang, Mabel was suddenly aware that her waiter was still standing there...Oh no! Did he see my teeth!? In a flash, the girl brought her hand up to her mouth, which was surprising clean despite her sloppy eating. She blinked a couple of times out of worry, studying Nathan's face for any sign of, "Holy crap I'm calling the cops/animal control!" Yet, it wasn't long until Mabel's attention was called elsewhere - to the waiter's hand. It had been freshly cut...a kitchen accident? Mabel felt ready to lunge at the limb, but out of self control, only her hand had managed to take his. "Y-you're bleeding! Oh...oh my!" She tried to play worried, but there was too much excited note in her tone.

She kept her grip firm around the waiter's hand, ensuring he didn't run away. In that short period of time in which Mabel searched for her cloth napkin, Nathan might have noticed just how cold that little hand was. This girl had some serious blood circulation problems! "Here ya go, use my napkin to sop it up, okay?" she told him, staring into his eyes as she handed him the cloth. "I insist!"

She wasn't doing this out of a dingy kindness like some people might expect, but rather an impulsive desperation. She had warm blood just INCHES away from her.