Sam sucked in air between her teeth. "I hate to break it to you, but if you hurt yourself doing it, you're probably not doing it right." At least, that's what her high school track coach probably would have said.

Funny. Sam hadn't thought about the track team in what felt like a million years.

Laying the spear across her shoulders, with her elbows draped around it, she walked over to where the other girl was sitting. "I'm Sam, by the way," she said, figuring she could at least try to have manners. "The Vodka Lady? Village Vampire? Known in some circles as the Blue Bitch?"