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Samson dropped his phone on the bar and tried to flag down a bartender, accidentially dragging his sleeve through a spill of beer.
"Damn it!" he cursed. He was pissed. Pissed at everything and every little thing made him angry. Anger wasn't a good thing for him. It made him want to sink his teeth into someone's neck and feed until he couldn't breath anymore... But that would mean killing anyone he fed on. He could easily do that, as the place was filled with humans. Drunk, wasted humans. All he had to do was lure one of them outside. Hell, he was sure he wouldn't even have to do that as there would be some people outside already.
Snatch, eat, erase... Easy peasy.
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