Bomber let the slight, thin girl hang from his arm. She smelled good enough to eat, and she’d drank enough liquor to be sloshed. He would taste the Jack Daniels in her blood in a few minutes.
Anilia danced on the floor, her long medieval gown flowing behind her as she whirled. It was ladies’ night, a wet night, and Kimmy was the DJ upstairs. Bomber was the only man in the bar, and he kept to the dark corner.
The crowd was average, and enjoying the music. Some women danced together, even the slow dances. In the old days, Bomber would have been entranced. But now he was more entranced by the smell of the girl next to him.
A barely turned 21 year old, he’d given her the Jack himself after she asked him for The Kiss. It didn’t take much to get her drunk, which was good. He sat down on one of the couches in the dark corner and bent his head to her, drinking.
The sweetness of the liquor almost overpowered the blood. But always the blood was sweet, tasting better than fine. He had been used to drinking before, and this was nothing. Still, it gave him a nice gentle buzz to his thinking, and by the time he finished, the girl had fainted.
He had fed already from that young man, Scott, so he fed from this girl just to get the liquor. Scott’s blood was rich and thick, his heart strong. So young. So full of life. He would be happy to have him again, anytime. And maybe his boyfriend, too.
He looked up for a moment to see one of the female bouncers rented for the evening standing just past the pillar. “Yes?”
“Uh, I…there’s a man outside for you.”
Bomber got up and looked at her steadily. “You saw nothing.”
“I saw nothing,” she repeated.
“Show me the man.”
She nodded and led him around the side of the dance floor. Women watched him weave through the thin crowd to the main foyer, where people were usually stopped in case the weather was very bad outside. He nodded to the women there, and then headed outside.
“Got yourself a bigger harem,” said a very familiar voice.
Bomber stiffened. He turned slowly to look at the smaller man, dressed all in creamy white and wearing a fedora of the same color. “Hello, Lorenco.”
The smaller man raised an eyebrow.
“My prince,” he said and bowed.
“Very good,” said Lorenco. “You’re learning.”
“Why are you here?” He didn’t like Lorenco constantly putting him down in front of his own people, especially these women, some of whom were ex-cops or other mercenary types, almost all of them lesbians of a sort.
“I was going to partake of your wares, but I see it’s Ladies’ night.”
“Yeah.” He wanted Lorenco to go away. The liquor eased his fury, but it was right there, at the edge. The two had had a tumultuous relationship, and Bomber quietly slipped away from him. He had moved into the special place built by one particular carpenter who was absolutely devoted to him and came every month for a hit of The Kiss and a sip of his blood, and the unbelieveable sex that he would have with his wife afterward.
“Instead, you can partake of me.”
The thought would have normally made him randy, but now, not so much. He couldn’t figure out a way to get out of it, so he had to go along with him. Lorenco brought him to the Town Car parked at the curb. Bomber said, “Tell Anilia I’ll be home later,” and he climbed into the car with him.
Lorenco put the divider up and was all over Bomber before it cleared the top.
“Come back home.”
The two lay in bed, almost four hours later. Bomber had both filled and gotten his fill from Lorenco. Lorenco crawled into his arms and lay there, his head on his chest, as Bomber stared up at the ceiling.
“I want to see what it’s like there by myself, Lor.”
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