As you walk to the restroom you brush a big burly man’s shoulder. He’s obviously been drinking a lot, as he is talking at the top of his voice and...quite a lot of his drink sloshed out of his glass as he gesticulated. He seemed to be arguing with someone. Having seen behavior like this many times, you simply ignore him and walk on. A few steps after you brushed past him you hear a roar like a lion and you turn to look behind you to see what is happening. You see the man glaring at you with. " For the first time in years, that sounds appealing," I told them, a small smile accompanying the thought, my mind already planning for the coming night as a tiny thread of anticipation settled in.Murdoc was too small a town to have more than regular bars and a single human club, so I drove out of town; the larger the city, the better the clubs.My destination this night was a place called The Pit. A mixed club, it catered to all-Demons, Weres, Shifters and Vamps; it had been one of my regular. ”“Well, what do you like about me,” the smooth brother steered the conversation.“I like that you’re a good person.”“Is that all?”“I like your ability to drive.”“Nothing else?”“What are you talking about?”“I mean my body.”“Oh I see. Yes your body is amazing!”“You wanna do anything to my body? It’s all our secret. You don’t tell. I won’t tell.”“I wanna suck your dick.”“Hell yeah! Tell me where to pull off in private.”Braylin escorted Damian to a small turn-off.Damian brought his Tahoe to a stop.. ”“Three thousand. Per song.”Just then, the band struck up a song I have heard a bit too often in my life. It’s one of the dreariest, miserable tunes ever committed to vinyl. My grandmother, God rest her soul, played it almost non-stop. And while I loved oma, she instilled in me a life long hatred of Nana Mouskouri and in particular the song ‘Weisse Rosen Aus Athen.’“I am ... Hang on...” I said, turning to face Tina.Weiße Rosen aus AthenSagen dir ‘Komme recht bald wieder’I lost it. It was.