Doug returned five minutes later and shook his head. "Sorry kid. She's single, but she doesn't think you're her type. She's into the Goth and vampire scene. You're too mainstream for her." I was sipping a glass of water and nearly choked on it.
"That," said Peter, as soon as Doug was gone, "is what we call irony."
"How is that possible?" exclaimed Cody. "I am a vampire. I should be exactly what she wants."
"Yeah, but you don't look like one," I said. If Gabrielle had been a Trekkie, he might have had a shot tonight.

Author: Richelle Mead

Doug returned five minutes later and shook his head. "Sorry kid. She's single, but she doesn't think you're her type. She's into the Goth and vampire scene. You're too mainstream for her." I was sipping a glass of water and nearly choked on it.<br />"That," said Peter, as soon as Doug was gone, "is what we call irony."<br />"How is that possible?" exclaimed Cody. "I am a vampire. I should be exactly what she wants."<br />"Yeah, but you don't look like one," I said. If Gabrielle had been a Trekkie, he might have had a shot tonight. - Richelle Mead


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