Davy had been fussing with his costume. He had hated the idea of Jake putting him into a vampire costume. That was until he saw what Jake had brought. He had refused to let him splatter blood on his face even if he gave in to wearing fangs.

Davy wasn't paying attention as he headed for the bar, fussing with the gloves. When he looked up and saw Sven he froze in place. Who the hell was responsible for that? Davy wanted to kick them with the high heels he was wearing.