he’s wearing sunglasses inside. the hangover isn’t doing him so good.

“ oh yeah. really good. “ he mumbled out, a clear frown on his face as he gently nods to the shades. “ that would be perfect. “

brows curl together as he takes it. sniffs it quick as well. “ what is this? “

i’d rather not be called a ‘ pookie ‘ . . . but hey.

a slow nod comes from him as he downs the whole thing in one go. a face being made. “ thanks. i hope it helps, i really shouldn’t go drinking anymore. “

“ coffee and water. “ he quickly requests from tommy. sunglasses coming off of his face. hands rubbing at his eyes. “ i’m too old to be drinking . . . “

why?

then eat food??? not me???

“ yeah. went into this drinking competition with some random guy. “ he would tell, a long sigh leaving his lips. slowly sitting up from his seat. “ bad idea. got fucked up. “

no . . . no biting.

i like my blood INSIDE of my body. kinda like in my veins or internal bleeding. it stays INSIDE me.

never been bitten by a vampire and i really don’t want to start today.

he’s glad to be back, though he learned his lesson with drinking. he’s too old for that shit.

at the shooting range. trying to get better with his shots.

thanks i’ll treasure that bite forever now

sounds terrifying

no matter how you meant it. it still sounds terrifying.

yes? vampires are terrifying creatures. that doesn’t sound very reassuring