Who: Nic and Zania
Where: Heme
When: Just after dawn
The night had been too long, not busy enough and draining at the same time. Mondays were always like that. Nic would have preferred to be anywhere else, but he couldn't call into work just because he was in a bad mood. He'd wasted his night off to take out a girl that made him feel like a fool, that was all. He could drown himself in liquor later, when he had nowhere to be in the next twenty-four hours. As he swept the dance floor clean, he drifted off in thought, replaying the night over in his head, trying to see the signs he should have missed. She'd played him well, but he should have known. It was too much, too fast, too much of a one-eighty without enough questions. When he'd mentioned magic and she'd gotten frustrated, he should have known, he should have--
"You're smearing blood across the dance floor."
Nic looked up, surprised that anyone else was still there with him. He often sensed when vampires were around and they could rarely sneak up on him, but a human could do it easily in comparison. When he'd offered to lock up, he'd assumed everyone else had left. Zania stared back at him, a mop in her outstretched hand, and Nic looked down at the mess he'd made. Someone had spilled their drink.
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