I stand, tossing a hundred bucks on the table. “For a wolf, you’re not so bad.” “For a bloodsucker, you aren’t either.” He snatches the money from the counter, acting as if I was going to take it back. “But you won’t ever be better than money.” “Ain’t that the truth!” I shout, laughing as I leave. “I’ll see you later. Thank you, Deacon.”
Lmaooo
