Blood Arrow walked in to the bar quietly taking a seat. He took a deep breath breathing in the scent of alcohol and puke. Slade looked ages younger mid-twenty's no longer wearing the ridiculous stealth suit he had worn on his last public appearance no one knew of him. A devilish smile appeared on his face as he watched the men and women most were drunk and weak. The ones that weren't drunk were filling the bar with smoke from their cigars and cigarettes.
Slade sat in the back of the room wearing his new uniform it wasn't as red as he perfered but it was much better for staying hidden he enjoyed the company of the blood suckers that surronded him they were bred to kill like himself.One older vampire came up to him it suprised the crimson archer hardly any were brave enough to face him. With a look the elder vampire quickly turned away "Coward." He said as the vampire scurried away like a rat.