The young man blinked at Andrew with bleary eyes. "I told you… that damned Seamus killed my friend without even flinching! He even dragged me into another dream realm!"
"No one believes me. Not even David and he's the chief!" he hiccupped, while Andrew only smiled and played along with the drunken tirade.
"Dream realm, huh? No wonder nobody believes you, not even your boss. How could someone be killed in a dream?" He laughed and waved at the bartender, who nodded and set another shot down in front of them.
"Can someone even enter a dream realm?" Andrew prodded.
"Not someone, she's a vampire," the youth muttered before his forehead hit the table with a dull thud.
Andrew chuckled. "You're that drunk, huh? What vampire are you babbling about, son?"
The boy's head snapped sideways. "You want to fight me or something? Vampires exist. They're all monsters. Like that one… Velstrath!"
