Brendan McInnes didn’t expect to wake up tied to a bed with a huge cross painted on his chest. The after-effects of alcohol weren’t exactly helping him piece things together either. The only familiar thing in his immediate surrounding was the face of the girl lying on top of him. He had a vague recollection of buying the girl a vodka, lime and soda. The wild-eyed woman stared up at the ceiling and repeated a Latin chant. The whole scene seemed unreal to Brendan McInnes – it couldn’t possibly be happening. Eventually the girl untied her victim and explained the ritual. She was attempting to rid Brendan McInnes of the devil. He was surprised but thankful; she was obviously trying to help him out. Once he’d been untied the mood changed completely. Their conversation was fun and free flowing. Brendan McInnes invited his capturer out for breakfast; she happy accepted the request. He considered the situation and decided to overlook their initial encounter – perhaps she was the one.
The woman ordered a lentil soup and a soy latte and informed her date of her dietary requirements; she was a strict vegan. Brendan McInnes threw a fifty dollar note on the table and walked out of the restaurant. He could put up with exorcisms and witchery, but Brendan McInnes didn’t stand for hippie bullshit.
The woman ordered a lentil soup and a soy latte and informed her date of her dietary requirements; she was a strict vegan. Brendan McInnes threw a fifty dollar note on the table and walked out of the restaurant. He could put up with exorcisms and witchery, but Brendan McInnes didn’t stand for hippie bullshit.