I was a chill mafia goon, and a vampire lady, in a modern fantasy pastiche. My teammates ran down some stairs to pursue some schlub, but I was thirsty... so I sat on the stairs and fished a big bottle of water from my cool trenchcoat. "I'm guarding the exit" I decided with a smirk, taking a long drink of water. I heard someone coming down the stairs behind me with my vampire hearing, which was really just my obsession with listening around me IRL. They got real quiet as they approached me.
"Heya" I muttered friendily but apathetically
"...Hi" they responded in an airy, vibrant voice.
Then they leaned over to spray something in my face. It burned, mildly. garlic (or holy water?). Oh, an angel (half-angel? Aasimar?)
To be polite I stood and ran off with a half-hearted "oh noooo". I ran back up the stairs, away from my team, because the angel "got the drop on me" and could have been a lot crueler. Only polite to play along and let them keep the element of surprise.
I did drop a little glass vial as I rushed to leave, though, and it broke on the steps. It was like my E vial except it wasn't nearly so important, must have been some perfume or something. Oddly can't remember.
I got to the top of the stairs, which were almost flush with a sunny lake. I scooped water and washed my face in the sunlight. I felt pretty good about everything. I didn't feel ashamed, or like burning from the sun, or any of that... I just kinda enjoyed being a chill vampire mafiosa on a glimmering beach.