Caitirin Kerian Age: 147 Female Height: 5'6" Weight: 140 Blue Eyes Likes: Guns, good beer, kickboxing, Mei, Simon, James Bond movies, ATV video games, and beating Simon at Poker. Dislikes: People in general, introspection, shrinks, doctors, and losing to Simon at Poker.

"Red solid in the corner pocket." One swift shot and the cue ball spun sideways and tapped the green striped. The green stripe slapped the red solid and it rolled slowly into the corner pocket with a hollow clicking that sounded like rosary beads clicking together during a mass. "I go again." She straightened just in time to collect her beer from the man with messy hair. "Thanks Simon." She drained a portion of her beer and set it on the table. One more mug and the small tabletop would be too full to admit any more patronage.

Simon cleared away a few of the mugs to the bar top. "Nice shot Cai. Going to let me play anytime this century? I’m not getting any younger you know."

"Purple solid in the side pocket." The rosary started again, and she narrowly missed sinking her targeted bead. "Eh maybe a little bit then. Was close."

Simon chuckled. "Pool ninjas right?"

"Damn straight, a vampire never misses, she aims precisely where she means to."