Part 1353 – The Rye Is Dry, But The Ale Is Hot.

Raven sighed.

He stood and walked over to the large square window.

He pushed the vertical blinds aside and looked out into the night.

“Dawn will be here soon.”

He thought about his two boys heading home.

He thought about Barbara.

He thought about going home and changing into something more comfortable.

Raven looked back at Missy.

There is nothing I can do to help her.

He returned to her side.

Yet, I will stay here.

He kissed her forehead.

“I will stay with you.”

***

Hank sat at the bar in The Rye Is Dry, But The Ale Is Hot pub. It was a dark, smoky establishment that seemed to be custom made for vampires.

A lot of dark corners.

A badly lit hallway led towards the bathroom area.

A lot of booths.

But no Robin.

Hank sighed and pulled out his phone again.

No missed calls.

Dave’s probably asleep.

He went into his pictures and brought up a candid shot of Dave sleeping.

Cotton candy colored highlights in his mouse brown hair.

The soft arch of his eyebrows.

His thick eyelashes.

The shape of his lips.

His strong, lean arms arched over his head as if he’d fallen asleep in the middle of a pirouette.

I remember.

It was our first night together.

“Hey!” The bartender stopped in front of him. “How can I help you?”

Hank quickly switched over to Robin’s portrait. He showed it to the bartender. “Have you seen this man?”

A guarded expression came over his face. “Why are you asking? Is he in trouble?”

“No. I’m on a mission for a friend of his.”

The bartender shrugged. “Vagaries won’t get you very far with me. I need a straight and honest answer before I give you any answers of my own.”

“That seems fair.” Hank paused to collect his thoughts. “This fellow—” He pointed at the portrait. “—is a vampire named Robin. I’m trying to locate him because the fey he’s in love with needs his help.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. That is the honest truth.”

“huh.” The bartender smiled. “If you buy a drink, I might have a sudden flash of recognition.”

“Got it. I’d normally order a vodka, but I’d rather stay sober this time of night. Dave would pitch a fit if I got bit by a random vamp because I was drunk.”

“Gotcha. I’ll get you a ginger ale.”

As the bartender fetched his drink, Hank switched back to Dave’s picture.

He smiled as he remembered the excitement and thrill of doing it with someone as eager as Dave.

But I was plenty eager too.

Hands touching hands.

Joyous laughter.

Hank just couldn’t resist.

He called Dave’s number.

Delirious kisses.

Exploring hands.

It went to his voicemail.

“Hi! This is Dave! I’m obviously not answering my phone right now. If you’re an exceptionally cute guy, leave your name and number at the beep and I will definitely return your call. If you aren’t a cute guy, ehhh. Leave a message and I might get back to you if you’re lucky. If you’re a lady, sorry. You’re calling the wrooong number.”

“Hi. It’s me. I was hoping to catch you before you went to bed, but I guess I’m a little late for that.”

Licking.

Movement.

“I miss you, Dave.”

The rush of pleasure.

“I’m going to come home tonight. I need…”

He looked so soft, so pretty as he slept.

“I have to take a picture.”

“If Robin loves Isellta the way I love you, he must be half crazy without him. I love you, babe. I’ll see you later.”

The bartender set the drink before him.

Hank paid him and gave him a generous tip. He switched the picture back to Robin. “So.” He turned the phone towards the bartender. “How’s your recognition now?”

“Suddenly so much better. Yeah. I know him. That’s Robin.”

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