It was Emily's favourite night of the week - Date night. As the nights got shorter and shorter, it had been getting difficult to see Mable as much as she wanted to. But now Midsummer was over and the nights were slowly stretching back out, which meant more time to see each other around Mable's work.
The punk felt a bit like she was becoming a vamire herself, sleeping in the day so she could stay up all night. If she wasn't a werewolf, she figured she would be utterly exhausted by now.
Candles, she had discovered, were a bit of a no-no for vampires. It made romantic light in the apartment a little harder, but Emily had picked up some red strip-lighting that she thought looked pretty cool.
And cooking mattered less about what Mable could eat, since she didn't eat, per se. Even though she did, because she was sweet.
The Garage was locked up, and the everything was ready.
Emily lounged on the sofa in dungarees and a flowy top, draining her beer and checking the time. Mable Wood should be there any minute.
The werewolf grinned happily.