Bronwyn felt strong, revived, as she hurtled the gaps between roofs on her way back to the inn. Another thick-blooded drug dealer had offered his lifeblood to quench her thirst tonight... well, he hadn't offered...<br/>Bronwyn found a deserted alley and dropped back down to the street. She was too wound up to lock herself back in her room, and she had a while yet before the sun rose. Bourbon street was just a block away, so she turned and headed that way.<br/>She wandered down the busy street until she came to a place called the Krazy Korner. The place was packed, like every other bar and the street, and music from a live band poured out of the doors to mingle with the cacophony outside. Bronwyn shrugged and went inside.<br/>At the bar, Bronwyn ordered her favorite, Jameson, and glanced out over the crowd. Tara and Malachai were dancing in the middle of the crowd, and looked up to see Bronwyn just as she saw them. Tara waved and Malachai nodded, a brief frown flitting across his face, as though he was still trying to remember where he'd seen her before.<br/>Bronwyn raised her glass in salute to them and stayed where she was. She was perfectly happy sitting on a bar stool and watching the crowd. In her several thousand years of existence, she had never been a dancer and still had no desire to become one.