“Yeah. Double date. Bella is a sweet kid. Total klutz.” King smirked. She reminded him of the part of himself he lost long before Danica ever got ahold of him. It was part of the reason he could over look, well…try to ignore what she had become. Those big doe eyes, the way she tripped over thin air, she reminded him too much of everything he lost.
“She is a vampire that lives in a church. That is freaking weird.” Yes, it did weird him out when Danica wore crosses. Something about it was just ‘off’.
Hannibal shrugged. “Don’t need one.” That would be the end of that. He didn’t want to feel depressed. He didn’t want to discuss the topic of a ‘best man’. That would just bring him down to a place he hated to be. King and Booth had talked a bit, they weren’t what he would consider the best of friends. Only other person he knew was an eighteen year old vampire.
“We can just hang out at home or something, play that video game he loves. Drink some beer.”