Bonnie let out a slight snicker at Darnies' comment, adjusting herself as her arms leaned on the back of the chair. 

"Legit, bro. Cheers to that. Fuckin' piss-babies can't even hold their brew, man." She was still holding her cigarette at this point, absolutely not abiding to any rules that might be set. She had no idea what this place was, it's relationship to the supernatural, or anything. Especially the few others who happened to turn up, likely after hearing the less than savory bar fight. Bo couldn't blame them, that's why she was in there too, right? 

Regardless, the young vampire was certainly intrigued by some of the other patrons. One of which seemed to be causing some tension, but she didn't seem to really care that much. 

The vampire did, however, notice the strikingly dressed woman who approached the broken window. Something about her was just, different. Not the clothes, Bo thought those were pretty cool, but it was like, a weird sense thing. She felt strange for thinking that, was this a vampire thing? Either way things felt.. awkward. So Bo did what any charismatic person would do and tried to solve this weirdness. 

"You dudes gonna just stand out there like the place is runnin' with roaches or somethin'?" She said, a hand tossed out, her grey sweatshirt sleeves poking through the oversized t-shirt, the cuffs stained with blood. Her disregard for her appearance was pretty telling, but her attitude made it work. "At least come inside or whatevs. 'supposed to rain later." Her red eyes went towards the Goth chick, a sort of beckoning look came across, as if asking her to come in and say hello. She'd probably just ask her eventually but things seemed so tense, the knife was barely cutting the thickness of the air.