*stretches out along her sating sheets*
Just what I needed. Been down and out since the bloody Fury attacked me. Put me in a bad spot, she did. Leftover guilt from Christopher (damn Beltaine) had me hallucinatin' I was being staked by slayers. Bugger, it was so real. Do hope that bitch gets what's comin' to 'er. Blond bint; she's off her tree! Finally think 've shaken it, though.
A good shag and a few bottles o' liquor will do that to you. That's the life, it is! No strings attached, just a good roll (or two or three or...) in the crypt. Quite a nice fellow, as well. 'E owns the new demon bar, Ralph's. Went in for a drink, left with a man...that's grand service indeed.
Perhaps now I can get free drinks?