Novel & Cerita Dragon Room Bar Santa Fe

“Must’ve been a funeral or something.” Novalee chuckled but felt a twinge of unease. “Sounds weird for people from a funeral to come to a fetish club.” Greysen busied themselves with the equipment, calling out the next name on the signup list: “Dominus Reign!” Nova glanced at the cluster of onlookers as her mind drifted—back to last week’s encounter with Dante Santoro. A man like him was impossible to forget, though she dearly wished she could. Cigarette smoke inside a building—of all places. She remembered how his white eyes pierced her with sharp amusement when she stood her ground. He’d been used to instant compliance, and for a moment, she thought he might refuse to listen.

Getting wasted drunk at Drunken Dragon Bar just outside Wildwood Pack grounds, on the other hand, easily makes my top-10 list of stupid decisions. At the time, going to that particular bar seemed to make a lot of sense. It was close by; it was open 24-hours; and it had wolfsbane cocktails advertised on its signage, meaning that it was werewolf friendly. Inside, the bar was full of wolves and a handful of humans. The music was loud and the liquor was flowing. Nothing in the bar screamed, “Turn around and go home.” Instead, Drunken Dragon Bar seemed like the perfect place to drink my problems away.