is best served on tap

As night falls you arise. You take the form of a bat and wing your way to the bar. You transform back. You look sharp, though perhaps a bit overdressed in dark jeans, a white button down shirt, and a black sport jacket.

You check out the bar as you await your prey. It is quite large, with a classy decor. The lights are dim, but that gives you no problem.

The party bursts into the bar. They are easy to spot. Several are drunk and the bride to be wears a ‘bride’ sash. They head to one of the bars in the back.

You follow. You hop behind the bar.

The bartender scowls at you. “You’re not allowed back...”

You stare into his eyes. “I think it is time for your break.”

He nods. “Yes...time for my break.”

You give the party a big smile. There are seven of them. They are in various stages of inebriation, with the bride to be, being perhaps the most sober.

“What’ll it be girls?”

The dark haired one responds first. “Sheesh getting murried. Everyone getsh a round on me!”

You give each of them a beer. Then focus your attention on the bride to be, Caroline.

“So, what would you like, darling?”

“Um, I’m kinda trying to stay sober.”

“I’d be happy to get you something non-alcoholic, but I think your friends expect you to get a little drunk.”

“Can you get me something light on the ****, bartenders choice.”

You give her a big smile. “Absolutely, I have just the thing.”

You turn your back and slice your hand, dripping your blood into a cup. You add orange juice, cranberry juice, peach schnapps, and a bit of vodka. You sir and hand it to her.

“I call Bloody Good Sex on the Beach, it’s mostly fruit juice.”

“Thank you so much.”

“My pleasure.”

The girls drink their round and the thin blonde yells at you. “Another round thish one on me.”

The bride smiles at you. “That was perfect can I have another?”

“Of course dear. What’s your name?”

“Caroline.”

“Good luck with the wedding. I’m sure he’s a lucky man.”

She smiles as she pounds her drink. After three more you open a link to her mind.

After six more, one of her friends is puking.

She smiles at you as she tips a twenty. “Those drinks were wonderful. Thank you.”

“Your most welcome. I do hope you have a great Thanksgiving and a wonderful wedding.”

“Your so nice. I’ve got to help get Bea back to the limo.”

As she chases after her friends you open your mind link with her, and project bloodlust. She is receptive. You see her eyeing Bea like dinner as she drags her toward the limo.

You hop over the bar. Your work tonight is done, but with a week until Thanksgiving you have much to do.