"Tracy?" Asa asked, interest piqued. He knew a Tracy, that might not care for drinking something on fire.
He could tell she didn't care about the drinks, and, given he'd found her standing around like a wallflower, wondered what brought her to Avalon. Well, other than it sounded like she was used to drinking with girls.
"Try the Manhattan, then," he added, eyes skimming the bar until the found Macy.
Maybe she hadn't been looking at him, but who he was dancing with?
"That Tracy?" he asked, gesturing with his drink over her shoulder to the pair.
First Max's girl. Now Tracy's blood doll. Fuck me if this city isn't getting too small. Too many fangs.
"My father says that almost the whole world is asleep. Everybody you know, everybody you see, everybody you talk to.
He says that only a few people are awake,
and they live in a state of constant, total amazement."