“Mmm, you’ve got yourself a deal,” Snod mumbled. It was so much easier to fall back asleep with
Frankie’s cool body next to his, wrapping his arms around him tight.
When Snod woke up again, he grumpily found that Frankie had returned him to his own bed in the
guest room. He flailed around in a huff, staring up at the ceiling and sighing haggardly to himself.
He had the whole day to spend without Frankie, deciding he could spend his time trying to find a gift
that would be worthy of a vampire’s affection. He got up, made his bed, and dressed for the day. He
had a mission to fulfill, a task to accomplish...
And instead he ended up on the couch with more of the liquor Lorenzo had left, getting drunk and
watching Disney movies again.
He staggered around to cook himself lunch, doing his best to keep the kitchen clean. He saw Frankie
had finished the dishes from this morning, smirking as he looked over the sink fondly.
Oh, this was getting hard.
Frankie had said they were dating if Snod wanted them to be, and God, what a lovely temptation it
was. It would be so easy to settle into this domestic bliss and find a happily ever after with this
beautiful vampire.
But Athaliah...
Snod heard the front door opening, looking up from where he was sprawled out on the couch. He
couldn’t believe how quickly the day had gotten away from him, blinking as he sat up to greet
Frankie. “Mmm... hey!”
Frankie shut the door and blinked to Snod’s side to kiss his forehead in greeting, chirping happily,
“Hey! I’ve got good news.” He paused, wrinkling his nose. “And you absolutely reek of strawberry
vodka.”
“Don’t worry,” Snod assured him with a stern nod. “I’m not drinking any more of that vile sinner’s
water.”
“You drank it all, didn’t you?”
“Yup.”
“Okay, you’re cutting back on the booze, starting right now,” Frankie ordered firmly. “Considering
you’ve never had alcohol before and now you’re drinking it every day? For the sake of your liver, I’m
not going to let you turn into an alcoholic.”
Snod grumbled, pressing a hand over his face. “I’m turning into Dumbo, aren’t I,” he sighed. “Big,
