A faint hue came across the cookie's face— Vampiric teeth casting straight out of his mouth as wine dripped down his lower lip and chin. In his right hand was a wine glass, near empty, in his left a half filled wine bottle. It was clear the vampiric cookie was an alcoholic judging by his occasional stumble, dazed expression, and literal wine-like drool coming from his mouth. As he saw a familiar cookie, a sigh emitted from him, knowing full well who it was.. You.