It would have been better if it had been warm. Bill preferred to microwave his synthetic blood because it didn't taste so ... fake. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option at the moment. But, maybe, if he was invited into the abode of her good friend, Harry, he could ask to borrow the microwave. He cringed a little on the last slurp, licking the manufactured iron taste from the front of his teeth. It was akin to a young child trying to swallow cod liver oil. It didn't look comfortable.
Bill turned on the vehicle and pulled back out onto the main road.
"Seriously. Learn to live a little."
And, coming from him? The height of absurdity. Nothing like a vampire telling a human that they needed to get a life.
"First of all, I think douche is the most ridiculous of insults. Do kids these days even know what that is? Secondly, you'll have to give me directions from this point because I have no idea where we're going."