![]() ![]() He rose on his stool and pulled me onto the bar. Except Tristan, who put his down on the bar. I pushed the glasses in front of the guys, stopping in front of Tristan. ![]() I passed the bottle of tequila over the four shot glasses and then did the same with Venom. Tristan was at the end, and I caught him smirking out of the corner of my eye. It was a vampire bar, but it was my little corner of the world. I didn’t recognize the rest of the guys without their makeup or expect to see them here. I gasped when I realized it was Immortal Dilemma. A rowdy group of guys bellied up to the bar, ordering shots of Patron with Venom chasers. The noise level in the room rocketed after midnight. High tickets, generous tips, and very little to complain about. Two waitresses joined us as the night progressed. Most of the patrons wanted Venom or wine, and mostly by the bottle. ![]() It was impossible to tell if they enjoyed it, hated it, or didn’t feel anything anymore, which terrified me the most. Many of them had multiple wounds on major arteries. ![]() Donors swirled around the tables, stopping to let a vampire drink, then going back to the rotation with dripping blood from the wound, until the next vampire beckoned them. The tables at Embrace were full by eleven. ![]()
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