Shots or Shots!?

Kane's birthday party was to be held in a club. A vampire club.

Putting it into consideration that his father might get wind of it, we had rented out the whole VIP section under hush hush terms, not disclosing our names as we made payments.

We had gone for the bad and boujee theme, getting decorations in gold, and, after several unending pleas, pink, for the party. The drinks were to be delivered by the bar and the party was tonight.

I felt my phone vibrate in my purse and I took it out answering without knowing who it was, "Hello?"

Sacha's voice filled my ear as she asked, "Have you picked up the cake yet?"

Sighing, I pressed the button for the top floor in the elevator, the doors closing before I answered, "No I haven't, I'll do so this afternoon".

Sacha hummed in approval, pausing for a second, then shouting anxiously down the line to my ear, "I don't know what to get for him".

"Sacha, Kane's being annoyingly persistent over a birthday gift for the past two weeks now. What do you m