Leaving the club after last call, Tony helped a stumbling Abby into the car. Shutting her door Tony smiled to himself as he hustled around to the driver side. Starting the car he looked over at Abby. The way the moonlight struck her figure made her look like a porcelain doll.
Heading back to Abby's place Tony recalled the event that had Abby in her current condition. One of her Goth friends challenged Tony to a drinking contest. Since he was the one driving home he declined. That allowed Abby to assume Tony's place. 7 shots of grey goose later her opponent lay wasted on the ground, Abby hopping up and down like she was on a caf-pow high. However, a dance song later Abby had disappeared into the ladies room and didn't return for an hour.
Abby's friends welcomed Tony into their club and made him feel right at home. He figured that Abby had done her job with helping clear up his fears of vampires.
As he pulled up to Abby's apartment complex the weather started to sprinkle a like mist into the air. Parking the car he grabbed Abby's purse and scoped up the now passed out Goth into his strong arms. Kicking the car door shut with one foot he made his way to Abby's building. The climb up the stairs was a bit troublesome as Tony swore to himself to get back in better shape.
Reaching her door he leaned against it as he fumbled around in her purse searching for her keys. The water from the mist outside made his back slide against the smooth surface of her door. Tony cried out in pain as the peephole scratch against his back tearing a thin cut across his shirt. Finally shifting Abby in his arms he entered her apartment.
Unsure of where to deposit his sleeping beauty Tony opted to lay her gentle on her couch. Searching the room like a burglar looking for jewels Tony found a blanket and covered up Abby's form. He wrote her a note thanking her for the wonderful time and said he would enjoy trying it again sometime. Gently kissing her forehead he lay the note next to her and made his way to the door.
Making sure it was locked he pushed her key under her door and made his way back to his car. In the drizzle of the evening he pondered what it would be like to wake up in her arms. Someday, maybe he would find out, but for now he just smiled at the promise of what might be.
The End