I Write Fiction And The Truth Follows
Today’s Brew: I’m cooking, so it’s shrimp in white wine and lemon butter and butterscotch rum brownies. I bet you wish you had a dinner invite.
Earlier this week, I told you about the sparkly combat boots I created for Immortal Dilemma coming into being. Well, kids, it’s happened again.
“What was he screwed up on this time?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t do anything in front of me. He seemed fine when he texted me, and when I got there he unsteady on his feet and…nasty.”
“Mmmm.” Taryn didn’t seem surprised. “Sounds like Venom to me.”
“What’s Venom?” I remembered the Venomtinis that were offered at the Immortal Dilemma show.
“It’s really strong alcohol. It’s lethal to humans, but it’s strong enough to get a vampire drunk. And it makes Tristan mean.”
“So you know about this?”
“Yeah, you knew he was screwed up even when he was still alive. You saw it on the island. We tried to help him then, but now that he’s…gone, basically, there’s no stopping him. He thinks he’s invincible. He’s probably right.” She looked down, defeated, and played with the saucer underneath her mug.
“I’m sorry, Taryn. I know I keep saying that, but I really am.”
Flashback to this afternoon. I’m standing in line at TJ Maxx, minding my own business, buying pillows for the back bedroom. And what do I see in the Halloween decor but this:
As you can see from the backdrop of my living room, this little trinket was a must have.