FANG Night

Heels on, hair ready, sweat still staining, yep, this she-wolf is on her way to a fancy-schmancy date. On any day, food soothes my soul and eases my nerves, but I'm gonna need a whole arsenal of crab dip because that fancy-schmancy date involves a sexy dragon who knows all too well about my... disastrous side.


Just this once, I'd like a date to go smoothly, according to a simple plan, however the universe just loves to fling hot piles of sh*t in my face. Strange things are happening at the restaurant. The waiter has disappeared, an unknown visitor decides to get comfy at our table, and I'm starting to get a creepy feeling someone is watching me...


Plus you can't have a successfully screwed up night without several loud disruptions and a shocking reveal. All of this topped on a steaming platter of overcooked stupidity.


I'm gonna need more wine. Thanks.