Chapter 75
“Dance with me, little bover screamed the grimming, handsome Vamp as he knerted on the bar like he were confessing his there for Krom dark, but she saw him from the red lights at the bar.
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She saw him, but barely heard him over the loud music and the alcohol wreaming through her wins as she downed her tenth chot, determined to keep ag with this group of wild ones. She’d get all the information she could if it was the last thing she did.
Kamilla slammed her glass down on their table and wiped her mouth, waving away the groups noisy cheat.
“Uhh…” groaned the girl who’d challenged Kamilla to the drinking contest, her head dropping to the table.
The dancing girl clapped her hands excitedly. “Maya’s out! Maya’s out!” she screamed, falling over in fits of laughter. “She lost the challenger
“Now, now…” Kamilla said, brushing back her hair. She pointed a swaying arm at the group. “Ye all here owe me explanations
“Come and dance with meeee!!” screamed the guy from across the pub.
His friend turned around and threw a whole lime at him. “Shut it, Jaime!!” He turned back to Kamilla, his bright cat–like eyes filled to the brim with excitement. “Have another dop, red–hair!” he encouraged, pouring her another one. “Drink with me and I’ll tell ya!”
The guy called Jaime came stumbling back over to the table as Kamilla downed her shot, “Little love’s got hold!” he bellowed as the applauded her empty bottles.
Kamilla slammed her glass down and made an involuntary hiss at the strong alcoholic taste. Her head lolled back as she looked up at Jaime. “Ye said I’ve got what? What’s hold? Are ye insulting me?!” Kamilla pushed away from the table and stood with swinging fists. “How dare ye? Come here, ye swine! I’ll punch a hole through ya!”
The dancing girl on the floor threw back her head and laughed, the sound loud enough to be heard over the music. “He means ye can hold yer liquor!!* she yelled.
“Oh. Kamilla lowered her fists and sat back down as Jaime sat beside her, refilling her glass.
“Now look here, kids,” said Kamilla sternly, pointing a finger at everyone in the group. They leaned forward, listening attentively to their new–found leader. “I won yer stinking contest! So tell me everything ye know! Or I’ll hang ye from Witcher’s!”
“Blake!” Jaime yelled, throwing an arm around Kamilla’s shoulders. She looked at him curiously, trying to focus on the him that was clearer than the others. “Fill my little love a glass! We’re drinking to the death!” Jaime threw back a shot and gagged, his eyes filling with tears. “Ahhhh…” he groaned as his friend pushed his head onto the table.
“Hah!” Kamilla mocked him. “Ye little weakling! Can’t take a few shots, can ye?!” She pointed at Blake who at that moment looked identical to Jaime. “Now ye there!” Suddenly there were about five grinning Blakes, all blurring into each other. Squinting, Kamilla reached her pointing hand further until it was touching Blake’s nose. “Yes! You! Not that one! I won yer contest! So speak!”
Blake clapped his hands haphazardly and yanked up the dancing girl who’d fallen to the floor.
“Dre! She won. Tell her! Tell her now! Andrea!!” He shook the unresponsive girl by the shoulders until she blinked and grinned at him.
“Oh, my little Blakie!” she cooed, reaching forward to pinch huge chunks of his cheeks. “Yer so cuuute!”
Kamilla blinked angrily at the sight. What a waste of her time! “Ye there!” she barked, startling the girl so badly, she fell onto Blake’s lap. Kamilla pointed a finger at her. “Come to yer senses and tell me! What goes on in the private parts?” Kamilla blinked and frowned. Wait. “No! No… the private parbs… private pub… Tell me now!”
Immediately, Dre leaned forward, her eyes filled with mischief and drunkenness. “Oooooh, the private pub! It’s so secretive!” she whispered loudly, putting a hushing finger over her mouth.
Kamilla leaned over eagerly, meeting Dre halfway across the table so that they looked like they were rubbing noses. “Tell me!”
Dre bounced excitedly on Blake who groaned in pain. “Damn, Dre, I want kids, you know!”
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Ignoring him Dre opened her green eyes wide at Kamilla. “Don’t you remember? Diana’s son, huh. The queen’s son bought that whofe building for he sheganingangs… b–his sheningagans…”
Kamilla squinted at the bizarrely pronounced word. Didn’t she have Basic English knowledge? These Cassius Vamps, honestly! Kamilla shook her head. “You mean his shenagingangs?”
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