(In case you missed it, here’s part 1.)
Our intrepid protagonist is working her way through the city, one Derek at a time. But now a dashing leprechaun vampire stands before her! (Well, maybe a little below her.)
Who could resist these charms?
Yep, she's got it bad.
(Yes, it's glittering, no, it's not a dagger. Haven't you read Twilight?)
Hey now, this is a PG-rated romance! Fade to black. FADE TO BLACK.
Imagine a Walk of Shame where you have to carry this home in a giant clear container.
Ahem. Sorry. Back to the story.
Then, just when you think her happy ending has a happy ending...
THE TRUTH COMES OUT:
So our plucky Binki Barista makes an executive decision, and drops the sucker:
I hope that fulfilled all your wildest romance-novel-written-on-cakes dreams, minions.
And thanks to Sam, Laura W., Paige S., Cheree G., Kelly T., Kate, Katie, & Timothy B. for helping me bleed that vampire story dry.
And from my other blog, Epbot: