Having a friend that wasn’t a werewolf was definitely weird, but Adele could deal with it. The kid wasn’t as bad as some of the vampires she had encountered anyways. “Yeah, I kind of figured that one, Nosferatu.” Even though they were friends, she wasn’t going to stop with the name calling. “Okay, I know you don’t eat and all, but please tell me you at least have some alcohol in here. I am going to need a lot of drinks if I really want to sleep tonight.”
Letting out a laugh, Thomas' eyes looked around the room to locate the cabinet where he kept all the alcohol in. "Well, I discharge alcohol like everything else, but for some reason I like making myself feel bad, so I drink anyway." The vampire turned around to get both of them some glasses. "What would you like to drink?" He asked, his hands grabbing two glasses and placing them on the kitchen table. "I will have whatever you are having."












