“It is now time to partake of a proud Temple Bar tradition. Not that the tradition is proud, but Temple Bar certainly is.” “Long live Temple Bar!” shouted the vampires in unison. Sean offered a kingly bow, then gestured toward Margot. There was hooting in the crowd, then the squeak of wood on wood as chairs were turned to face her. She raised her hands. “Ladies and vampires,” she shouted, “it’s time for a round of drinks honoring the various and sundry personality tics of the Master with the mostest—Ethan Sullivan!”
