Which is what we were doing in Bottoms Up that night, when the vampire hunter walked in.Which is what we were doing in Bottoms Up that night, when the vampire hunter walked in. Bottoms Up was one of our favorite hunting grounds that year. The clientele was decent and clean and mostly composed of lonely yuppies on the make, and the decor was heavy on the mahogany and brass. The rock that boomed out of the bar's big amps leaned more toward mellow than metal, which suited us just fine. Vampires have very sensitive hearing, and a good obnoxious head banging band will run us off quicker than garlic any day. Especially considering that I kind of like garlic, all my vampire novels notwithstanding. Which just goes to prove: don't believe everything you read. At the moment, I was carrying on a silent flirtation with a cute yuppie couple, trying to tempt them into a game of sexual doubles. They were sitting two tables away, with the husband eyeing me and the wife eyeing Beau, both with some idea of enlivening their sex lives. I was eyeing the pulse in hubby's throat with some idea of enlivening it a lot more than they had in mind. |