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kallysten He wandered the streets, hearing catches of songs from the old country sung with accents from the new. Mild weather allowed bars to fling their windows open to ease the overflow of overdrinking patrons. Patios were packed with green garb sprinkled with obnoxious green top or derby hats.
They were not his prey.
The revelers shambled from establishment to establishment as he prowled amongst them checking the alleys and shaded spots for couples together for more than a kiss.
The celebrations mocked, not honoured, his native land, but as he staked yet another drunken vamp Angel couldn't help missing home.
Hmm it's been a while since I drabbled. Might start doing it more