Chapter 42: Bad Blood
{D. K}
Dakota wasn't sure how many hours had passed, days maybe, a week, but she didn't care. The alcohol that was coursing through her veins was so intense that her body was numb. The upbeat music vibrated against her feet and rattled her bones. A dozen or so empty bottles of liquor was lined up bowling style on the bar table before her.
"Maybe I should cut you off now." The bartender that had been serving her all night—or whatever time of day it was—with weary eyes and hesitant hands said. Since she was a paying customer, he continued, but when an uncomfortable feeling passed over him, he decided it was time to stop her.
"Maybe you shouldn't."
Dakota flashed her vampiric features, veins and sharp teeth before retracting them so quickly the bartender thought he
