“All right, all right. We can’t get too dressed up because we’ll look like we’re trying too hard. But we don’t want to dress down because then we’ll blend into the background…”
“And no one wants that.”
“Exactly, no one wants that. So, I think the answer is obvious: miniskirts.”
“Faith, that’s your answer to everything.”
I’d been waiting for the vampire for years when he walked into the bar. Ever since vampires came out of the coffin (as they laughingly put it) two years ago, I’d hoped one would come to Bon Temps. We had all the other minorities in our little town -why not the newest, the legally recognized undead. But rural northern Louisiana wasn’t too tempting to vampires, apparently; on the other hand, New Orleans was a real center for them – the whole Anne Rice thing, right?