Tabitha ran into the ladies' room, easily slipping in as the patrons continued to push to get out of the building. At first, she thought that she was alone in the bathroom, until a stall door swung open, and a small woman emerged.
She couldn't have been more than five feet, and she was pixie-petite. She had a shaved head, and deep brown eyes. She wore a string top and an extremely short skirt...and she was obviously wasted.
"What's...what's goin' on out there?" she mumbled at Tabitha, washing her hands in the sink.
"You'd never believe me if I told you," Tabitha said wryly. A scream echoed, and one of the werewolves howled loudly moments later.
"Holy shit," the girl said, heading to the door, opening it up, peering out. Tabitha noticed two things then; first, the girl had a wolf's head tatooed on the back of her neck, and two, that her nipples were rock hard underneath the thin fabric of her top.
"It's not safe out there," Tabitha said, not wanting this one to get killed. Hell, she didn't really want ANYONE to get killed, she just wanted to see what would happen.
"Yeah, but that's part of the rush," the girl replied, glancing back out the door. "Holy shit! One of the guys they bit is changing! There's seriously fucking werewolves out there!"
"I know," Tabitha replied.
"I'm going out there!" the girl said, a wild grin on her face.
"It's not safe," Tabitha said again.
"You don't understand," replied the girl, "This is seriously my thing."