And with that Holly began to pretend to cry in quite the most dramatic fashion.
“More cham over here!” Veronica called to the waiter. “Make it a bottle!”
“And what's more,” said Holly through phoney sniffles, “she refuses to drink my blood on account of it.”
“Drink your blood?” asked Veronica. “I say, what's that all about? Do tell.”
“I'll do better than tell you,” said Holly, suddenly brightening up. “I'll show you if you like?”
“Holly, no,” I said. “Don't.”
“Oh hark at her, Veronica. First it was my bleeding father knocking me about, now it's her trying to tell me what to do. Well, me and Veronica will do what we bleeding well like and it ain't none of your pigging business. My blood might not be good enough for you, your royal highness, but I bet it's good enough for Veronica here
