And in a flash! The moment is gone.

The crowd swallows Fringe and she is lost in the dancing shadows and the gyrating bodies. As for the cowboy? Another buyer slides into the seat, snatching the yawning moment from the two Kindred in an act of brazen bravado: a sassy tattooed woman who places her beer down, heavily, on the table. The cowboy turns from them to study his new prospect, face switching on in a glory of cheap smiles.

It seems the Kindred have lost their chance.

It has been over a week with no response, so I'm wrapping this scene up. Steven if you wish to continue this plot, let me know and we can work something out