slippedhalo
author, medium, witch
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Vivian was relieved at the sight of the glass. She didn't think she could stomach putting her lips against the cheap blonde anyplace on her thin body. So, she took the glass and sniffed, pretending it actually was the wine it resembled. It tasted less enticing and addictive than Jianova's own personal brand. She supposed she'd always compare tastes with her maker's. After a few sips the wine grew tepid to her lip which curled in disgust and an instinct for self preservation. She set the cooling glass of now useless blood on the table, motioning to a waitress for a fresh one.