I walk over whistling, joining in the hooting with the brothers. I’m so fucking excited; I take long strides stopping next to Death, lifting my chin at the brothers.
“Brother, welcome to the family,” Scorpion yells, leaning against the bar.
“Fucking awesome, thanks,” I yell, looking down the bar at the brothers standing and sitting on the bar stools.
“Let’s celebrate all fucking night,” Vicious yells, pounding his fist on the bar countertop.
“Fuckingtastic,” I yell, taking the tequila shot from Death.
Yes, the Vampires do get drunk, but it depends on the vampire’s genetic factor that would determine which alcoholic beverage will affect us, get us drunk. For me, it’s Tequila and beer.
“To the Blood,” Scorpion yells, lifting his whiskey glass.
“Hell yeah,” Vicious yells, whistling.
I take a long pull of the tequila, finishing it off and slamming the shot on the bar countertop. Then, I grab another one and the beer bottle that the prospect Spook places next to me.
“Thanks, Spook,” I yell, lifting my chin.
Spook and I are close since we worked on several tasks together as prospects, he has some time before he’s patched.
I shoot down the shot of Tequila followed by a long pull of my beer. I love the feeling of being high, especially because it’s my party.
The fucking music is so damn loud that we have to yell. I look at the clubhouse house that’s packed with the hangarounds and the MC family.
The huge room has two pool tables at the corner, the bar runs along the back wall, and the tall tables, chairs, and sofas are scattered around the clubhouse. The lights are flashing with the beat of the hard rock.
“Fuck brother, I’m so fucking proud of you! This here is what it’s all about,” Death shouts, bumping his beer bottle with mine.
“Motherfucker, we’re brothers forever,” I yell, fist-bumping with Death.
“Blood, let me know if you want some ink,” Ink says, walking up to me, taking a pull of his beer.
“Fuck yes! Let me know when you have some time,” I yell, nodding.
“I have some time on Friday morning,” Ink shouts, smirking.
“Fuckingtastic, I’ll be there,” I say, nodding, looking around the room.
Fuck!
I can’t help looking for her, she’s fucking always on my mind, and that’s fucking insane. It’s never happened in all of my fucking hundreds of years.
Does it scare me?
It scares the fuck out of me!
I don’t know how to manage this, and I don’t want to fuck up! I don’t want to cause any tiff with the brothers; it’s too damn important!
The Prez had the lights dimmed a while ago, and it looks like the party is going strong; I’m feeling fucking horny, and of fuckingcourse, I need to fuck and partake of some ambrosia.
That’s one reason I’m glad that we have the club whores because they take care of my needs.
I look at Tina and Sally dancing, shaking their ass and tits looking over at the bar. My cock is throbbing with need, but those bitches are not who I want, but they’re going to have to take care of me.
My eyes drift over to look at my fucking tormentor, day, and night; she’s in my fucking dreams, in my fucking mind, twenty-four seven.
Fuck!
