"Oh, very funny Mister 'Let's make with the vampire cliches'." Ingrid rolled her eyes as she grabbed her jeans, shimmying her hips as she slid back into them, buttoning and zipping them up. "I was original before you were even a twinkle in your daddy's eye."
Ingrid leaned back against the tree so that she could tug her boots on, a glare shot in his direction as he spoke. "Don't call me Ingrid." But he had won. And she never welched on a bet.
"So favor?" She asked as she stood up straight and reached for her jacket, shrugging it on over her shoulders.