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From Drug Dealer to Blood Doner
who: Andrew and Sandry
what: Life of a Doner
when: Monday Night
where: Andrew's home
warnings: Likely some blood letting, definite language
The longer Sandry lived with Andrew, the more she wondered why the hell she hadn't thought of becoming a blood bag for a vampire sooner. She supposed it was because back in New York, the girls who were fangbangers were usually junkie whores and died all too often for her taste. It seemed Washington DC was a bit more civilized in that respect and Sandry had gotten lucky as all hell. She was clean, well fed, and lived in a nice ass house for only the exchange of her were-red panda blood. That was something she could live with. She was tired of the drug trade anyway. One more body on her head and surely the cops would come sniffing after her.
Sandry sat in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. Most people did this in the morning, but she was on a vampire's schedule so the sun setting was her morning. It wasn't much different than her years as a drug trafficker and dealer. Not a lot of people wanted crack at noon.
what: Life of a Doner
when: Monday Night
where: Andrew's home
warnings: Likely some blood letting, definite language
The longer Sandry lived with Andrew, the more she wondered why the hell she hadn't thought of becoming a blood bag for a vampire sooner. She supposed it was because back in New York, the girls who were fangbangers were usually junkie whores and died all too often for her taste. It seemed Washington DC was a bit more civilized in that respect and Sandry had gotten lucky as all hell. She was clean, well fed, and lived in a nice ass house for only the exchange of her were-red panda blood. That was something she could live with. She was tired of the drug trade anyway. One more body on her head and surely the cops would come sniffing after her.
Sandry sat in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. Most people did this in the morning, but she was on a vampire's schedule so the sun setting was her morning. It wasn't much different than her years as a drug trafficker and dealer. Not a lot of people wanted crack at noon.
