Drunk dracula with limoncello

Dracula stumbled through his castle, limoncello in hand, eyes glazed. “Who knew lemons could be so... delightful!” he slurred, taking another swig. He swayed, cape tangled around his feet, giggling like a child. “No blood tonight, just zest!” he declared, hiccupping. The bottle slipped, and he laughed—“Immortality tastes sweet!”

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Transilvania's Lord