Virgin's Blood on Tap: Urban Fantasy

The inebriate stumbled across the bar and leered at Candi, the waitress. She eyed him with weary forbearance. Maybe, she thought, he was actually leering at the beers on the tray she held. It seemed just as likely. "Help you?" she asked. No, she realized, he was actually leering both at her and at the beers, his eyes flickering between the colored glass bottles and her chest. "Hey, bubby, do you need something?" she asked again. For a moment the drunken leer faded and he looked like an older but wiser man. "So many things, sweetheart, but only one that you can give me. Blood." "What?" She leaned forward, thinking she'd heard him wrong. "Blood of a virgin. Never thought I'd find it here."


Inspiration: "inebriate"
Story Potential: medium-high
Finished Length: novel
Notes: NOT A VAMPIRE. Can I say that again? NOT A VAMPIRE. Oh, and it ain't just a bar, it's a strip bar. And he's a wizard who requires the blood of a virgin--not just any virgin: the blood of a virgin woman of a certain age who is attractive and has remained virgin by choice. This guy doesn't threaten her life, though, and somehow she end up studying magic under him.