CHAPTER FIVE
Mark walked into the local pub in his town in Pennsylvania without getting carded. He felt cool that the bouncer didn’t ID him and that made him feel entitled to grab a drink at the bar. He’d never been the type of kid to drink underage, but now that he was a different person, a vampire, he figured it couldn’t hurt him. He knew he was practically indestructible and his powers could ward off any danger.
As he approached the bar it was jam packed elbow to elbow and he could barely squeeze in to get the bartenders attention. He managed to poke his head through and on either side of him were big muscular gym rat type standing there in tank tops and tight jeans ordering shots of tequila.
“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked.
Thinking hard and not knowing what to order
