Who: Stan Baker and Open What: Getting a bite to eat When: Monday evening Where: That one sidewalk (dealer's choice) Rating: TBD
This time of year had always made Stan want to just crawl into a hole and wait out the next three months. When he had been alive, his family growing up and then Emily and the boys had never really had the resources or desire to celebrate Thanksgiving.. Christmas was sparse, but he had always enjoyed the orange his father had left in his sock on the mantle.. His boys had been more boisterous about Christmas, and Emily and him had responded in kind, spoiling them with treats sparse during the rest of the year, and even a little wooden figurine or metal soldier. But since becoming vampire centuries ago, he hadn't desired to celebrate either holiday. They were holidays of family and sharing meals.. Stan couldn't share meals anymore and he hadn't had any family since 1718, so he had just opted out voluntarily.
Being able to feed on Bo occasionally had been a mutually beneficial ordeal and Stan was happy for it.. Bagged blood both from the donor bank and the butcher shop just wasn't the same. Granted, he was far from whinging as both options were better than that Tru Blood nonsense back home, something which he had never gotten behind.
Brown bagging it that night, both his newest order from the butcher down the block and the usual weekly stop off at the blood bank, in a large grocery store paper bag held in his arms, he turned a corner headed back to his apartment and almost got knocked into, but luckily the bag stayed upright and none of the contents were spilled.