He swung a leg over the wall and straddled it. From this vantage point, he could see up and down the strip. He checked out the line of metered cars below him, the taxis weaving in and out of traffic. Whether she intended to or not, the vampire had struck a nerve; why did the undead always feel the need to call each other out on that? Was it a pissing contest? Social stratification?
“I may be new, but you were, what… seventeen when you were turned? Eternal jail bait.”
He wasn’t going to admit the reason for his hunger and risk ribbing from Punky Brewster.
no subject
He swung a leg over the wall and straddled it. From this vantage point, he could see up and down the strip. He checked out the line of metered cars below him, the taxis weaving in and out of traffic. Whether she intended to or not, the vampire had struck a nerve; why did the undead always feel the need to call each other out on that? Was it a pissing contest? Social stratification?
“I may be new, but you were, what… seventeen when you were turned? Eternal jail bait.”
He wasn’t going to admit the reason for his hunger and risk ribbing from Punky Brewster.