"As the pair of them kept talking, Rhage sucked the white stick clean and found himself sizing up the Shadow. Cutting into the convo, he demanded, "Why don't you come to Last Meal anymore." V's diamond-hard glare swung around. "My brother, focus." "No, I'm serious." He propped his hip on the black wall. "What's up, Trez. I mean, our food not good enough for you?" Cue the throat clearing on the Shadow's side. "Oh, no, yeah, I'm just ... busy, you know. Opening this..." "And when was the last time you fed? You look like shit." Vishous threw up his hands. "Hollywood, will you get in the game--" "You know, I used Selena tonight and her blood is amazing--" It all happened so fast. One minute V was jawing at him while he was bringing up the very salient point that the Shadow needed to take a vein. The next, Trez's racket-size palm was locked on his neck, cutting off all his air supply.