"Kind of fitting for our situation, those original fairytales." Johnny thought that in a story like that, he might be the one who was the monster or mythical beast. Mary was no damsel in distress, though. She wouldn't need to be rescued by some dopey prince. It would have to be a wild adventure tale, he thought. With Mary as the heroine. She would come across the strange undead man. And then what?
He couldn't help the smile that happened as his thoughts tumbled around the idea of this story.
Johnny clinked his glass against hers and took a sip. It was more wonderful than he'd thought it would be. And dangerous. There was no trace of any alcoholic aftertaste, nothing there to let somebody know that they were skirting the danger zone. He imagined that one might drink this for hours before even thinking they might be having too much of it.