A little something different… Worth continuing and fleshing out? WDYT

 

When Veri and I walked into Bukowski's bar in the Backbay of Boston, all heads swiveled our way. The bar was small, dark, and smoky, a dive of epic proportions. All by it's lonesome, nestled on the street corner, it promised us food and drink.

The food being lust, the drink being blood.

Veri dressed up for our feast, and every eye in the bar roamed her barely dressed figure with open lust, pheromones swirling in the air, ripe for the taking. Males and females ravished her and I drank it all i...