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Disturbed. That would be the word for it. And drunk. Did I mention drunk? I found a lovely cache of Christian Moueix in one of the better-appointed conference room mini bars, and even though it was a 2001 (hardly a highly stellar vintage) I made do.
The blood craving, however...I admit to caving in on that point. *cringe* What worried me more, however, was how much I enjoyed it. The accounting temp was more than happy to heat a mug of otter up for me (because, as she put it, "Spikey always likes this kind"), and it was like drinking warm honey laced with absinthe. Amazing. And, again, disturbing in its amazingness.
Hence the aforementioned intoxication.
...'Scuse me. I wasn't aware that vampires ever had to vomit, but apparently they do...
The blood craving, however...I admit to caving in on that point. *cringe* What worried me more, however, was how much I enjoyed it. The accounting temp was more than happy to heat a mug of otter up for me (because, as she put it, "Spikey always likes this kind"), and it was like drinking warm honey laced with absinthe. Amazing. And, again, disturbing in its amazingness.
Hence the aforementioned intoxication.
...'Scuse me. I wasn't aware that vampires ever had to vomit, but apparently they do...