The Devil's Nest, Saturday, November 17
Bo wasn't sure which was weirder: the fact that when she woke up this morning she wasn't hungry -- and by hungry she meant Hungry and by woke up she meant woke up alone, so no, her lack of appetite wasn't for any obvious reason like having dragged home a vampire, god, or underwear-gnome the night before -- or what she'd found herself doing all morning instead of going out to find a vampire, god, or underwear gnome to drag home.
"Don't ask," she said as Tiny watched her hang it on the door.
He hadn't asked, or even looked like he was going to ask, but better safe than... trying to explain why she felt the inexplicable impulse to monogram the bar towels next.
"Don't ask," she said as Tiny watched her hang it on the door.
He hadn't asked, or even looked like he was going to ask, but better safe than... trying to explain why she felt the inexplicable impulse to monogram the bar towels next.