Hardly noticed, in fact.
Taking a slug from the depleted Jack Daniels bottle on the nightstand, yet another remnant of the nights debauchery, he decided to revive her for a little morning delight.
Or was it afternoon?
He wasn't really sure, and it didn t matter, anyway.
Hair of the dog, and all of that.
Fast forward to twenty minutes later, Tig had scarcely finished tapping the poor young girl, quite unimpressed with her decidedly unenthusiastic response, when she went into seizures, eyes rolling into the back of her head, something Tig hadn't quite accomplished, although he most definitely would have been willing to write it off as his sexual prowess had it not been for the foam.
She was frothing at the mouth.
"Shit!" Shit shit shit.
This was bad. Recalling the ribbing and the catcalls about every woman of Hispanic decent he had ever hooked up with, he found himself scrambling to put this to rights, using his years of MC-acquired savvy to erase his tracks-the last thing he needed was having to call in some hangarounds OD.
That would bring the cops down on the clubhouse, not to mention Clays boot up his ass.
Who needed the hassle? It wasn t as if anyone would miss the girl.
He hoped not, anyway.
He'd load her up into the black van, drive her out towards the desert and ditch the body-it wouldn't be the first time. This was Tigs plan, admittedly, a solid one.
And it would have worked, too, had she not reanimated halfway across the TM parking lot.
Tig didn't know what happened-one minute, he's got her under the arms, dragging her lifeless body towards the van as inconspicuously as possible, and the next, she's struggling against him, slowly, yeah, but with surprising strength, especially for a girl of her size and current predicament.
And fuck if she wasn't growling.
"Hey, dollface, relax." He frantically started backtracking, trying to over-ride the voice in his head which was positively insisting that he had taken her pulse several times over, and is further more insisting that he couldn t find one.
'Couldn't find one'? Tig thought derisively. 'I know you re not that dumb, Trager, so stop shitting yourself.'
The girl was dead.
Meanwhile The Girl most decidedly was not relaxing, much to Tigs mounting horror.
She was, in fact, trying to bite him.