Cellista sat her glass down back onto the bar with a thud. "You know Lista, Ive got a spair room upstairs. Bobby moved out and left for New York. That boy has always had his head filled with dreams, and now he thinks he's gonna be the next biggest fashion desighner this world has ever seen," Greg said with a sarcastic voice. "Hah, don't crush your only son's dreams Greg. It's better than being stuck in this dead in town with the vamprics prowling about." "Yeah i guess," Greg replied, "So what about that room? Its got shower, too." Cellista looked at him with soft eyes and a smile. "Thanks Greg, that would mean a lot to me. You've been such a good friend," she said as she kissed him on the cheek and headed up stairs.