True Blood Fic | Barry
Title: Rubbernecking
Character/Relationships: Barry
Wordcount 277
Warnings language
Disclaimer: True Blood and it's characters don't belong to me.
Notes: Written trueblood_las Round 1 Challenge 2 - Involuntary singing. Go read and vote in the challenges. It links to many other LAS communities for those interested in other fandoms, like whoverse_las and jossverse_las
“ ~ Doncha wish your girlfriend was hot like me ~
Doncha wish your girlfriend was a freak like ~ fuck!”
The tray of cheese croissants just barely made it from the cart to the table.
Barry was having a hard time concentrating on his work. The earworm that invaded the woman he passed by in the lobby was now burrowing deep into his own brain and clear through his mouth. It wasn’t that he hated the song, it was ok, whatever, but he couldn’t just start humming things like that on the job. Certain super-human creatures on this floor had super-human hearing abilities and were starting to look at him funny. When the goal was to not have them look at you at all, that was pretty bad.
He was still thinking of the woman in the lobby as he finished clearing his trays, and was setting to wheel the empty cart back. A silky looking scarf was covering what must have been a nasty vampire bite on her neck - nobody at a vampire hotel would be covering a vamp mark without some good reason.
There she was, still sitting, her foot bobbing to a beat in her head, playing with the cheery yellow scarf aaand the scarf was coming off.
Barry pushed the cart slowly, trying not to seem like he was staring, straining to see what could be on her actually, non pockmarked, non gashed, just semi-pristine human neck. Huh.
Doncha wish your girlfriend was
Fuck again! Stop ogling humans; this is why you’ve been cultivating your professionalism to work for vampires, Barry, so that stupid shit like this wouldn’t happen. Professionalism, Barry, professionalism.
Character/Relationships: Barry
Wordcount 277
Warnings language
Disclaimer: True Blood and it's characters don't belong to me.
Notes: Written trueblood_las Round 1 Challenge 2 - Involuntary singing. Go read and vote in the challenges. It links to many other LAS communities for those interested in other fandoms, like whoverse_las and jossverse_las
“ ~ Doncha wish your girlfriend was hot like me ~
Doncha wish your girlfriend was a freak like ~ fuck!”
The tray of cheese croissants just barely made it from the cart to the table.
Barry was having a hard time concentrating on his work. The earworm that invaded the woman he passed by in the lobby was now burrowing deep into his own brain and clear through his mouth. It wasn’t that he hated the song, it was ok, whatever, but he couldn’t just start humming things like that on the job. Certain super-human creatures on this floor had super-human hearing abilities and were starting to look at him funny. When the goal was to not have them look at you at all, that was pretty bad.
He was still thinking of the woman in the lobby as he finished clearing his trays, and was setting to wheel the empty cart back. A silky looking scarf was covering what must have been a nasty vampire bite on her neck - nobody at a vampire hotel would be covering a vamp mark without some good reason.
There she was, still sitting, her foot bobbing to a beat in her head, playing with the cheery yellow scarf aaand the scarf was coming off.
Barry pushed the cart slowly, trying not to seem like he was staring, straining to see what could be on her actually, non pockmarked, non gashed, just semi-pristine human neck. Huh.
Doncha wish your girlfriend was
Fuck again! Stop ogling humans; this is why you’ve been cultivating your professionalism to work for vampires, Barry, so that stupid shit like this wouldn’t happen. Professionalism, Barry, professionalism.