"I already regret this." for Infernoblessed
“It’s not that bad.”
That was an absolute lie, and she knew it. Nothing about tonight had gone according to plan, though, to be fair, when did her plans ever work out the way she intended? Never... Still, even by her standards, this was… messy.
Why she had stepped into a bar she knew functioned as a supernatural hangout was still a mystery, especially tonight, of all nights, when it apparently turned into vampire night. And not the cute kind with velvet corsets and vampy make up. No. Savage, hungry, full-on blood buffet kind.
Once a few of them snapped and went into an all-out feeding frenzy, Mercy did what any responsible but tipsy Slayer would do: grab whoever she could and drag them into the one semi-safe place she could think of, the ladies’ bathroom. Door barricaded and locked. Very temporary, but it would have to do.
“Regret is such a strong word…” she murmured. “Getting a perm and realizing a day later that it’s gone out of style, that’s something to regret. This?” She gestured around. “This is just a mild inconvenience. Besides, I’d like to believe they have enough common decency not to barge into a girl’s bathroom… Right?”
