The woman named December, of all stinking things, appeared to Sean's left and stepped up onto the foot rail, leaning onto the bar top. “Do you want your usual, or have you developed a distaste for bloody meat in the year since I've seen you?” She made a bleh sound and crossed her eyes. Oh, isn't she cute. Hannah drummed her fingertips atop the bar hard enough to bend her nails. He grinned, and blood filled Hannah's mouth. [...] De-freakin'-cember started walking away, but Sean grabbed her gently by the wrist. [...] December giggled and gave herself a thump to the forehead. "Oh my God, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were together." Hannah giggled, too, imitating December's little tittering sound.
