Brad, Lane and Open - Stools
“I don’t think my blood would taste good,” Lane remarked quietly. His voice dropped a little bit and he took a sip from the coffee cup. Did etheric vampires make good snacks for real vampires? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that one. “So bring on the bruises.” He didn’t really need a hospital, either. Or maybe it was the context of refusing to get that sort of help. Being supernatural had its drawbacks. “Or maybe I just won’t get hurt, yeah? Avoid that all together.”