“YOU GONNA ORDER, OR just stare at my ass all night?”
Ricky's brown eyes twinkled and his dark, round face lit up with a smile.
“As if you don't know what I'm drinking.” Kissera headed for the corner spot at the bar, then sank into her regular chair.
“Bagged or on tap?”
“Neither. Just pig.”
“Still off humans?”
“Officially, yes, but you know how it goes.”
Ricky grinned, then asked, “Angela still gone?”
“Yeah, but I'm working some leads. I need some info.”
“See, that's why I don't let Patrick out of my sight.”
“You should just turn him already.”
“We're talking about it.” Ricky unpacked new glassware from a stack of boxes sitting on top of the bar near Kissera's elbow.
“Less talking. More doing.”
“I could tell you the same thing about Angela.”
“I've tried. She doesn't want to
