How does a vampire put on eyeliner? very carefully, that's how.
Bloody waste is what it is, my Dru going out like that. Humans are idiots alone, but what they can do when they all get together is stunningly stupid. Needless to say, the morning after, the entire town of Sanochi was in flames and a lone, brassed off vampire strolled from the chaos clutching a bottle of cheap liqour bettween two of his slightly scorched digits. It was a fitting tribute. She would have loved the flames, and the screaming. An they thought we caused trouble before, the ruddy fools. 'spose they'd know better next time.
Days I thought about her there was really only one sensible thing to do, get out and get laid. A town like good ol Sunny D was a vampire's playground, all the helpless people walking around like a bloody buffet, demon bars that were always good for a fight or a not so friendly game of poker...and of course, the magic box. Two of my very favorite things under one roof, girls, and booze. In unhealthy amounts. I contributed quite a bit of money down there. Not that I couldn't get a shag for free any time I wanted, I could walk down to the nearest bar and pick up a drunk chippie of any species and have seven different ways with her. But there's something to be said for a bird with skills. Some of the most talented women in the whole of the world did what they do best in that building. And I'm more than happy to do my part keep them in business.
I pass the bronze on my way, nearly bowled over by a couple chronies on the way, but I'm in a good mood, so they move on with all thier limbs attatched. One thing's for sure, I don't much feature joining up with any of those. Demons liked gangs, they liked to be in large numbers, something like a pack. Well call me not your average demon, but I'd done that, and didn't care for it at all. A pack's gotta have a leader, and I don't like bein' led.
I get down to the filter and toss my cigarette away, doin a quick count of my cash (well not my cash, some poor sap's) before rapping on the door with my knuckles. The hired help lets me in and recognizes me right off the bat, well of course she does, this is the place where everybody knows your name. Always thought it would be a bit cozier to have one of the girls show ya in, but I suppose that leaves a lady less time for 'business.' I don't look like the type to be carryin a wad of cash in his back pocket, leather jacket and tight wifebeater (great name for a shirt) an even tighter jeans. I'd painted my nails black an it was chipping, the black eyeliner round the rims of my eyes slightly smudged. She knew better though...
Days I thought about her there was really only one sensible thing to do, get out and get laid. A town like good ol Sunny D was a vampire's playground, all the helpless people walking around like a bloody buffet, demon bars that were always good for a fight or a not so friendly game of poker...and of course, the magic box. Two of my very favorite things under one roof, girls, and booze. In unhealthy amounts. I contributed quite a bit of money down there. Not that I couldn't get a shag for free any time I wanted, I could walk down to the nearest bar and pick up a drunk chippie of any species and have seven different ways with her. But there's something to be said for a bird with skills. Some of the most talented women in the whole of the world did what they do best in that building. And I'm more than happy to do my part keep them in business.
I pass the bronze on my way, nearly bowled over by a couple chronies on the way, but I'm in a good mood, so they move on with all thier limbs attatched. One thing's for sure, I don't much feature joining up with any of those. Demons liked gangs, they liked to be in large numbers, something like a pack. Well call me not your average demon, but I'd done that, and didn't care for it at all. A pack's gotta have a leader, and I don't like bein' led.
I get down to the filter and toss my cigarette away, doin a quick count of my cash (well not my cash, some poor sap's) before rapping on the door with my knuckles. The hired help lets me in and recognizes me right off the bat, well of course she does, this is the place where everybody knows your name. Always thought it would be a bit cozier to have one of the girls show ya in, but I suppose that leaves a lady less time for 'business.' I don't look like the type to be carryin a wad of cash in his back pocket, leather jacket and tight wifebeater (great name for a shirt) an even tighter jeans. I'd painted my nails black an it was chipping, the black eyeliner round the rims of my eyes slightly smudged. She knew better though...