Shades of Blue

The Gorse Fox checked into his hotel. The warning sign ad stood there in the car park. A huge tourist coach from some northern town.

Sure enough the place was awash with blue rinse. Near-corpses were shuffling back and forth to the bar asking for Warninks Advocaat and Buckets of sherry. The Gorse Fox changed quickly and headed out into the light to get a pizza, a book, a bell, some garlic, a crucifix, and a stake (you can't take enough precautions when the hotel is overrun as such.