(A/N: 100-word drabble. Don't know why I suddenly keep getting these stupid little ideas. :-D Not that I'm complaining. Hehe. Oh, and thanks to the people who reviewed my FG short story! And I don't own these characters – that would be the amazing-but-AWOL L.J. Smith.)
A Bone to Pick
"I wish he would just shut up!" Rashel sighed.
Jez nodded, looking at the vampire standing at the next table. "Ass."
"Somebody kill him, please!" Gillian moaned, her fingers fiddling with the olive in her martini.
"I'm immortal!" the vampire shouted. Somehow, he'd kept winning fights.
"I can't listen to this anymore," Jez groaned.
They stood to leave. Gillian slipped the olive off its toothpick. As she grabbed her purse, she impulsively flicked the toothpick off the table.
"Wait up!" She hurried after the others.
Behind her, the vampire stood, his mouth gaping, a single toothpick rising from his heart.