Dinner began smoothly enough, and we made idle chitchat over our rare steaks. Kristy had landed a modelling contract with a local swimsuit company, and had plenty to say about her first photo shoot, which had happened two days previously. Everything SEEMED to be going okay.
As dinner wore on, however, the sun sank further below the horizon, and Joanne began to take on her "evening persona" so to speak.
At first, it was nothing, simply a slight change in posture, a slightly more gruff way of speaking.
I began to worry when Joanne rested her hand on my thigh, massaging it firmly, running her nails down it. Nails that grew increasingly sharp in a matter of moments. She was smiling at Kristy, with canines that had almost begun to protrude from her mouth. I tried to calm the situation, to draw Joanne back to her humanity. "Joanne, you look a little flushed; are you okay?" I asked, noticing that Kristy seemed a bit off-put, as though she knew something wasn't right.
"So...so...so..." Joanne muttered, shaking her head," sooo...fucking...grrrrrrrr..." she looked at me with eyes glowing amber.
"Sweetie," I said, glancing over at Kristy, who seemed now to be either confused or intrigued, I couldn't tell, "Baby...you have to CONTROL IT!" I didn't care how suspicious it might look to Kristy, Joanne's secret had been blown.