backdated to night of the 13th

[nicevampireguy]

Does anyone recognize me?

Anyone?

And does anyone know why I'm so fucking hungry?!

I need something juicy... like a rare steak... Yeah... Doesn't that sound delicious?

Comments

[nicevampireguy]

I'm pretty sure I'm incapable of hurting a fly. I don't have any mirrors in this place but I'm like, deathly pale. Maybe I have an incurable disease?

I feel pretty weak.

You're not gonna murder me, right?!

[ricinbeans]

That's fuckin' depressing.

[nicevampireguy]

Yeah, tell me about that, I'm the one who had to stare down at my snow white arms when I woke up this evening.

[ricinbeans]

Are you sure you shouldn't go to a hospital?

[nicevampireguy]

No way, doctors freak me out.

I guess at least there are some things I remember?

[ricinbeans]

Yo, I'm just sayin, if you look like you're gonna die or whatever I'm dragging your ass to the hospital.

[nicevampireguy]

Well, you can make that call when you see me. But I feel fine, just like. Hunger wooziness. That's all.

[ricinbeans]

No! Look, I'm not gonna do anything weird.

[nicevampireguy]

Okay good. I think I found a place to get some steak, you coming?

[ricinbeans]

Yeah, fine, whatever. Give a dude a minute, shit.

[nicevampireguy]

Cool. I'm not sure where I am. It's some kind of bar, got a really funny name on the front. "The Nancing Phony"? If you feel like you're in a Renaissance Festival, then you've probably found the place.

Who the fuck would decorate a fucking bar with this shit? And where the fuck is the owner?

[ricinbeans]

Uh you'd think it'd be a tropical-themed bar. Like, coconut drinks and shit? Whatever.