She picked up the ice bucket, brushing some grit off of the plastic liner. "Seems like the one who made you into a vampire should have taught you. Creature of the Night 101."

Oddly, Holly felt a bit sorry for him. It must have been a lonely way to be. "The one I met had red hair. And a really dirty mouth. I've been swearing like a sailor since first form, so that's saying a lot."

The brunette slid her hand inside her jeans pocket, felt her key still resting there. It was a completely mad thought. It was the kind of thing daft bints did in horror films.

"Do you want to try?"