Lafayette sat at the bar and painted his nails a midnight black as he listened to the latest newscast on the plans for humans to take back the night and eliminate vampires. He shook his head and spoke to himself. "Hookah you go rights on ahead, this bitch ain't doin' shiiit about no vampires. Stupid rednecks always gotta be against some shit, whether it be mutherfuckin' homo-sexuals or them god damn vampires." Tsking as he put the final coat on his left hand and waved it around to dry. Sam had since limped his way back to his trailer and left closing to him and Terry. Terry just shook his head and set the pallet of true blood down to stock the mini fridge behind the bar.
"Don't looks like we gon' need that shit much longer. Shit bout to hit the fan, you hears me? And this bitch right here ain't gon' be no where in the middle this fuckin' time. No sir." He shook his head and moved his do-rag like he would if he had long hair and snapped his right hand that was now dry. Terry chuckled and shook his head but continued to stock the fridge. He ain't had much to say on the subject, but of course...his wife Arlene did.
"Don't looks like we gon' need that shit much longer. Shit bout to hit the fan, you hears me? And this bitch right here ain't gon' be no where in the middle this fuckin' time. No sir." He shook his head and moved his do-rag like he would if he had long hair and snapped his right hand that was now dry. Terry chuckled and shook his head but continued to stock the fridge. He ain't had much to say on the subject, but of course...his wife Arlene did.