"Davidson,.MaryJanice.-.Betsy.2.-.Dead.Girls.Don't.Dance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)craned it some moreЕ he was big. Easily six foot four, possibly a hair over. And
broad. And smelly. He was wearing a filthy t-shirt, filthier jeans that might have once been blue, and Doc Martens. "Gut stampers," her dad used to call them. "Buy m'drink?" "I think you're supposed to buy her a drink," Daniel said. "You lookin' f'r a fight?" "You lookin' for a shower?" "I would love to buy you a drink," Andrea said, glaring at Daniel. "Possibly five. Have a seat." "Oh, Andrea, come on!" "Andeuh? S'pretty name." "Daniel, will you stay out of this?" "Bet y' got a pretty l'il pussy, too." Daniel stood so quickly his chair tipped. "Okay, that's it." "He's perfect!" she cried rapturously. The perfect bar, and now the perfect entree. Drunk, obnoxious, and all the knuckles on his left hand were scrapedЧhe'd already been in a bar fight. It was doubtful he'd picked on someone his own size. A glance around the bar confirmed there was no one his own size. She stood also, fumbled in her jeans, remembered she had no money, then fumbled in Daniel's jeans. "Hey, quit! That tickles!" She pulled a couple of fives out, dropped them on the bar, then turned to her O-negative in shining armor. "Why don't we go for a walk? Get some fresh air?" His brow wrinkled as he tried to decipher her request. "NnnnnЕ walk? Don' wanna walkЕ wanna stay here n' talk t' you." Annoyingly, Daniel stomped behind them as they left the bar. Smelly slung an arm over her shoulders as she half-led, half-carried him around the back of the building. "DanielЕ if you could just wait in the car, I'll be right withЧ" "No way. I'm not leaving you alone with thisЧthisЧugh!" "Don't get too cocky," she muttered. She was glad Daniel couldn't see. Smelly was using the opportunity to grab and paw at her left breast, the only one he could reach. "You're about as articulate as he is." "I can't believe this is how you spend your nights," he whined, trudging after them. "It's so bogus." "As opposed to the fun-filled nights I could spend with Dictionary Boy," she snapped. "Don't judge me. I'm doing the whole neighborhood a community service. Instead of picking another fight or indulging in a little felony rape, he'll sleep the rest of the night and stagger home in the morning, hungover, violently ill, and remembering nothing." "So, getting bitten by a vampire is the same as having six tequila shots?" "Hilarious. I have laughed. My pointЧow!" "What?" "Nothing." She glared at her boozy meal, who was leering at her with bleary satisfaction. What he doubtless considered "being playful" was painful as hell. Did he not understand nipples were attached? "My point is, he won't be picking any more fights tonight, bullying women, committing date rapeЕ none of it." "Can't we just hit him over the head? We'll get the same result. Right down to the headache!" |
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