So what happened? Not to dispel any rumors of my studliness but I'm not the kind of guy that casually picks up woman I've never met at bars. (Least not one's who seems eager to talk about sleeping in coffins) Sure you can attribute to the drinking but I wasn't that drunk when I walked in the place. I had a few more while I was talking to her but alcohol doesn't hit me that hard all at once. (Least I don't think it does)
Of course the dark mysterious thing to say is that she WAS a vampire and she was using her power on me. It's pretty well documented in mythology that vampires have the ability to "hypnotize" humans. So maybe that's what happened. She used her mind control on me and made me into a slobbering little puppy all ready to follow her to into the night. (And I sure do wonder what would have gone on at that members only club and just who the other members were)
But then the pragmatic, sarcastic, bitter, and jaded part of me scoffs at the ideas that I walked into a vampire bar and met one of them that easily. Fangs do not a vampire make, just go and ask your dentist. And the contents of that cola bottle could have just been her own wine that she made.
But then again why put your homemade wine in a used cola bottle?
