Ezra looked toward the entrance of Sanctuary as he heard a few cat calls from the local bikers. A lustrous redhead moved through the crowd like she owned the place. Most Dark-Hunters acted like such, he assumed. They had an unnatural nature about themselves. He could feel his power hitting empty though, and rubbed his temple. Acheron knew what he was doing, right?

He waved one of the waitresses over and ordered a Boulevardier, a bourbon-based drink, something almost as unique as the sultry redheaded Dark-Huntress.