The view from the top of the Philly cheese-steak truck wasn’t bad. Daniel had climbed on board and let his legs hang off the aluminum roof. It was just enough of a height advantage; he could see most of the block near the Frontier hotel. He had a jack and coke, which he carried out of a hotel lounge without any trouble. The vampire watched a stage performance featuring Las Vegas showgirls in feather boas and headdresses.
A nearby clock read 0:44:36. The seconds counted down. Glittery confetti already covered the sidewalks. People staggered, laughed, toasted each other with cheap beer.
Under his feet, a woman made dry heaving noises.
"Hey," he banged on the side of the truck, "You mind taking that down the street? You're killing the ambiance."
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on 2014-01-01 01:17 am (UTC)A nearby clock read 0:44:36. The seconds counted down. Glittery confetti already covered the sidewalks. People staggered, laughed, toasted each other with cheap beer.
Under his feet, a woman made dry heaving noises.
"Hey," he banged on the side of the truck, "You mind taking that down the street? You're killing the ambiance."
She hobbled off with a hand over her mouth.