Lolita glared with disgust at Gavin's arm like it was a hunk of dead meat... which it was, in a way.<br/><br/>"No, thanks. I know where that things been. And if I want your opinion on who I fuck or when I feed, I'll shove my arm up your ass and make you talk like a Muppet."<br/><br/>Turning on her heel, the young looking vampire headed towards the basement. Lolita walked with an obvious swagger, although with her pants sagging down her teenage hips the effect was less "bad ass" and more "tap that ass." The other rejects could wait for now, not like they were going anywhere. Lolita found the whole situation annoying. Dante and his special deliveries took all the fun out of being a vampire. They were the apex predators of the whole damn planet. Having blood bags dropped off like Pizza Hut was beneath them. Lolita preferred hunting on the streets for her meals. Yeah, you didn't get to pick and choose for the tastiest blood but at least you were a real fucking creature of the fucking night. These Eurovamps with their big houses and old money had lost sight of that. That's why pretty boy bloodsuckers like Gavin go into overkill mode for a simple meal. They'd forgotten how to properly hunt... if they had ever learned in the first place.<br/><br/>Making her way down to the basement, Lolita caught a pleasant whiff of cherries and vanilla. She had to admit that while she might not like his methods, Dante's results were pretty tasty. She saw the coven leader with two new blood bags. One was a sweet young thing. Lolita couldn't help but notice her erect nipples and briefly thought about what it would be like to nibble on one. The other bloodletter was...<br/><br/>"A drunk?" exclaimed Lolita. "What the fuck, Dante? Are you gonna start sucking blood through a straw next?  Really? Really? Ese, you gotta get out of this fucking house!"