Blade or True Blood?
Blade.
Canines, it was. She fastened them on top on my real teeth, and I held them for a couple of minutes, letting the plaster dry and getting used to the feeling. The points brushed against the inside of my bottom lip, but otherwise they felt pretty functional.
I was ready.
I wasn’t sure how I looked, but Will let out a whistle when I came down, and Damon let me leave with no problem. In fact, he was unusually pleasant about the whole thing. About me going out with his friends half-naked.
It kind of gave me pause.
Have fun, he’d said in a tone more loaded than I could figure out.
Whatever. I was sure I’d deal with him later tonight.
“Drinks!” Alex called out, ordering our first stop of the evening.
People swarmed the park, squeals and screams going off around me as others ran or chased, one bumping into me, and “Bloodletting” by Concrete Blonde played from somewhere in the distance while spooky, haunted sounds of creaking doors and evil laughter drifted from the speakers around us. I inhaled, the smell of the earth hitting the back of my throat, and the kerosene from the torches going straight to my head.
I held onto Will’s arm as we made our way through a throng of people over to the liquor and food stands I smelled last time that we didn’t get a chance to try out.
“What’ll you have?” he said as we stopped. “Looks like they can do mixed drinks, shots, draft and bottled beer, wine…”
He reached into his back pocket, so I let his arm go to let him move.
“Um, beer,” I answered. “Any lager is fine. Bottle. Unopened, please.”
“Good girl.”
Yeah. And not really what I was in the mood for, but it was the only thing I was sure wouldn’t be tampered with. In a setting like this, with all these people and madness around…
“Oh, wait, I have money.” I slipped my fingers through the straps of my bra under the clown collar where I concealed my money clip and phone.
But he just laughed. “Yeah, so do I. Don’t worry about it.”
I pulled my hand back out. “Thanks.”
Really, how was he Damon’s best friend back in the day? He was so different. Did he like abuse or something?
I couldn’t picture him having Damon’s dark side.
Taking our drinks, I twisted off the top of the aluminum bottle, the condensation wetting my hand, and took a drink, followed by a few more. Even just the taste got me in the mood for this, and I started to relax.
Sound effects of howls and screams filled the air, and Alex offered me her arm as we walked to our first experience, The Tunnel of Terror.
I heard a track and the clank of bars as we waited in line, and it sounded like a ride with cars that carried us along a path. I gripped Alex’s arm a little tighter, the adrenaline already warming my heart.
So this would be something where we’re locked in, unable to run.
The line moved, and we climbed in a car, Alex first, and I followed. Will squeezed in next to me, and I raised my hands to let the belt-bar come down on us, but I accidentally knocked his mask, and I winced.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I laughed.
I patted the hard plastic in a sympathetic gesture, feeling the grooves of the skull paintball mask and what felt like scars designed across it.
“Why do you think I wore the mask?” he joked.
Oh, shut up.