This week’s Trifecta has me in a party mood. Meet Jansa and Jack:
The music was so loud her chest felt every pound of the beat. Jansa Made her way through the crowd, catching the eye of the VIP up in the booth. She flashed him a smile and headed straight for the bar.
“What’ll it be, Jay?”
“Zombie, Jack. Make it strong.”
He knew she wouldn’t drink it; she only ordered one when she was hunting. Jack scanned the crowd as he mixed the drink and spotted the Vampire in the VIP booth. Shaking his head, he reached under the counter and slid his gun out and into the holster at his side. Jake hoped that he wouldn’t have to use it tonight.
“On the house, Jay.” Jack said as he finished the drink and placed it in front of her. “Do not do it here. I’ll never get the mess out of the fabric on those booths.”
Jansa picked up her drink, heading to the floor. Pulling the vial she’d hidden out of her bra, she winked at a frat boy who got a good look. Pouring the whole vial into the drink, she stirred the contents as she waited at one of the tables. It wouldn’t be long now, and she was right when she felt the creep behind her. Turning around, she faked a yelp and splashed her drink all over the man. He started to smoke.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. ”
“Well that’s good. Gosh Mister, you smell fantastic.” Jansa smiled slowly and leaned in to the man.
The man laughed and hooked an arm around her waist.
“Gotcha, dead boy.” She murmured in to his ear as she slammed the silver dagger she’d pulled out of her boot into his chest. He turned in to a mess of red dust and it coated Jansa. Disgusted, she stormed back to the bar.
“I hope you’re happy. I didn’t get it on the upholstery.”
“Thank Heaven and all its Angels for small favors.”
Jansa laughed. “I’m no Angel.”