"I swear, if you weren't already an abomination before the Lord, I'd accuse you of heresy."
When all the money was sorted, including my contribution, we sat around the vampire's kitchen table. Like everyone else in the known world right now, we started playing Texas Hold'em.
I could play okay but fared far better with mortals than immortals. My charisma and glamour had less effect on this group, which meant I had to think harder about odds and strategy.
Peter scurried around during the game, attempting to play and watch his meal at the same time.
It wasn't easy, since he insisted on wearing sunglasses while playing, which then had to be removed while he checked the food.
When I commented on how this would be my second fancy dinner in two nights, he nearly had a fit.
"Whatever. Nothing you had last night will even compare to this duck I've made. Nothing."
"I don't know about that. I went to the Metropolitan Grill."
