Valerie. Somehow that was more girly than she had expected. Still, it was better than calling her Blondie all the time.

And Jesus, but that was hot, the way Deanna just snagged her drink out of her hand. She'd almost seen cleavage when the taller vampire had leaned in. Still, Theresa kept her cool. You did not jump in with a come-on with a fox like this. Even a street rat like her knew that.

Randall and the other bartender, whose name Theresa didn't know, switched places when the shots were brought over. The golden liquid caught the light, and it shimmered like lake water.

"Thanks. I'll get the next round if you want."