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so
difficult not to enjoy these feelings though. All she could think of was that
the numbness was gone. Her skin felt amazing again, and what a relief to care.
      “Yes, you do, ”   Anj agreed.   “Are you?”
      “Now you
wouldn’t have dropped any E before you got here, would you?” Stewart asked.
      “Yes. I
did.   And then I added some crack
and a dash of heroin.   Because it’s
Tuesday.” She smiled back, enjoying the joke.
      “That’s not a
no,” Anj laughed, trying to figure out how much was true. “ Annnnnd it’s Thursday.”
    Daniella’s smile widened, showing all of her gorgeous
white teeth, and she tilted her head in a way that could only be called coy.
“Tuesday is funnier. I love your outfit, Anjie. So this new painting is in
orange?”
    Anj pointed to several splotches as she added, “And some
yellow and red. But mostly orange, yes.”   She beamed.
      “Oh my God.
Why didn’t I think of it?   It’s so
obvious and sooooo crazy overdue.   You hooked up with someone, ”   Stewart announced.
    “That’s it!   She’s glowing!   Sex. Of
course! Better than drugs, ”   Anjelica said.  
    “Totally,” Stewart agreed.
    But their voices had faded into the background, replaced
with a very distinct heartbeat. It arrested her attention as it got louder and louder. She turned her head and locked eyes with a
bartender making his way toward her.   He was one of the fire blowers. His eyes were a very light blue, in
stark contrast to his shoulder length hair which was
ash-black.
    She clocked him, making note of the details. Scottish
descent. Prominent masculine nose. Controlled beard.
Wait. No. It wasn’t so much controlled as it wouldn’t
grow in places.   No growth shadow
beneath the skin. Charming.   Around thirty-four years old. Very stocky
build.   Maybe a bit heavier
than he should have been but his swagger made it insignificant. He walked like
a man who knew he was a man.   He
looked like he should be holding a sword and not a bottle. His eyes were
confident until he looked at her.   When he looked at her for the first time, his heart skipped a beat.   She could hear it.
      “Well,
hello,” he said. Their eyes held, a thousand thoughts passing between them.
    Anj and Stewart watched.   This was better than the fire, Stew
thought.
      “What can I
do for you?”   the bartender asked.  
      “So much,”
she answered with a smile.
    He laughed and corrected, “What can I get for
you?”   Someone called, “Excuse me!” to him from down the bar.   He ignored them.
      “Jameson,
neat.”   He raised his eyebrows. She
watched him walk, bend over, grab the bottle and the glass with the deftness
that came with years of experience. He placed her drink in front of her, and
left. He’d been able to remain detached… he wasn’t pulled in by her presence.
Rare. Few could do that when she directed her focus on them purposefully, and
they’d all been vampires. But she had smelled him. He was most definitely human   Mmmm . Yes, very. He had a nice smell. No cologne,
just soap. Irish Spring? Yes, that was it. On top of that he smelled of sex and
sweat. Interesting.
      “Yo! Earth to
Dani!” The crowd noise, the old AC/DC song “Live Wire” and Anjelica’s voice
slammed into focus. She started, surprised.   Dani turned to them, embarrassed as she
remembered she had an audience.
      “First the
bar. Now the bartender,” teased   Stewart , his naughty grin
taunting her.   
    “I have never seen you react to a man like that. Ever!”
Anjelica said, having just as much fun. “And I have NEVER seen you blush or be   embarrassed .
I’m so happy we got you to come out again! Look at your face. You look like a
kid. Right now I can imagine exactly what you looked like when you were a
little girl.”
    “Uh-huh. You look really youthful all of a sudden. Sex.
Better than Botox,” he said, swirling the straw in his drink to make the ice
melt more.   Stewart