Daniel gave a two-fingered wave and followed Holly into the club. The door slammed shut on his heels. He leaned back and covered his face and then dragged his fingers down so he could see her. It made his eyelids droop. “That was bad,” he mumbled. “I’d rather interrupt two people screwing.” Most of his awkward feelings came from the unresolved issue between Holly and him. He wasn’t sure of where Holly stood on his own blood-drinking condition. He would bet money Holly didn’t know where she stood, either.
Yet it kept slapping them in the face--
‘FANGS!’
-- begging to be dealt with.
“One time I came home from college and walked in on my mom screwing her attorney on the couch,” he said, changing the subject. “He was wearing business socks. I remember yelling, ‘You’re cheating with a guy who wears socks when he fucks you?’ ” Daniel shook his head. “It’s funny what sets you off.”
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on 2013-09-22 08:15 pm (UTC)Yet it kept slapping them in the face--
‘FANGS!’
-- begging to be dealt with.
“One time I came home from college and walked in on my mom screwing her attorney on the couch,” he said, changing the subject. “He was wearing business socks. I remember yelling, ‘You’re cheating with a guy who wears socks when he fucks you?’ ” Daniel shook his head. “It’s funny what sets you off.”