"Taviiiiii. You ate the rest of the sandwich. How could you?"
I sighed. Not only was my roomate a vampire, but she was a lazy-ass as well. "Vinyl," I yelled from my spot on the couch, "make your own damn sandwich."
"Fine, fine. See if I care next time Bob Seger's band* shows up. Gawdess's sake Tavi. Stop being such a little bitch."
As you can see, we were not on the best of terms at the moment. You could even say there was some --snicker-- bad blood between us.