The Party: After Midnight
Ben had emptied the horse blood 'juice' box he brought and had a cup of whiskey. The fangling was feeling really good now and had abandoned his dusty blue button-down shirt. Streaks of dark red paint ran down his chest and back. Droplets and ripples of the same hue formed a map across his cheeks, down his chin, and his throat.
Letting the music move him, Ben was laughing as he dance. This was fun. Like being alive. But, perhaps something was missing.