> you walk into Sparkling Cookie’s bar, expecting to have a peaceful night of some light drinking. you order a nice white wine and end up sitting at a table in the corner, away from most of the other patrons. you sit in silence, sipping your wine for a while, until you feel someone’s hot breath on your neck. you turn to see a tall, tan skinned cookie with long, messy red hair. his sharp fangs poke his lips and his breath reeks of red wine. what do you do?