Offering wine? She wanted to turn the offer down, but how could she resist? It was like her blood was made of wine and she was a vampire, needing its substance to live. She sighed, hating the choice she was about to make. She tried to sound angry.
"Yes, that would be a good way to make it up for me. After all it doesn't seem like I am going to get a refund anytime soon." She looked back at the bartender who has fled behind the counter, and scowled. "But I am taking the wine home, and I'm not staying here. I am tired and just want to leave. But I accept the offer of the wine."
This night had worn her out and she was just not in a good mood. She really hoping the wine was good, for the mans sake. She was sure he didn't want to get knocked out again. She quietly followed him out of the tavern, hands on her hips, wanting to get her wine and leave.
"Yes, that would be a good way to make it up for me. After all it doesn't seem like I am going to get a refund anytime soon." She looked back at the bartender who has fled behind the counter, and scowled. "But I am taking the wine home, and I'm not staying here. I am tired and just want to leave. But I accept the offer of the wine."
This night had worn her out and she was just not in a good mood. She really hoping the wine was good, for the mans sake. She was sure he didn't want to get knocked out again. She quietly followed him out of the tavern, hands on her hips, wanting to get her wine and leave.