The hair grab was a surprise, but a little bossiness was kind of a turn-on. Theresa followed in Deanna's wake, the tequila a muted sharpness on her tongue. The lights on the dance floor were strobing from green to blue to purple, hues that reminded her of the sole acid trip she'd ever taken.

Would the redhead object if she did grab her ass once they were out there? The fingers in her hair indicated that the older vampire liked to give orders. But that didn't mean a little fondling wouldn't be appreciated. She'd just have to play it by ear, as it were.