Who: Eric Northman, the vampires of Siren's Port and YOU
When: Saturday Night, sundown
Where:
Fangtasia, Sector One
Summary: Fangtasia's opening night, and the place is thumping. It promises to be an exciting experience.
Warnings: Vampires. Please add your warnings in your comment headers as necessary.
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He's rather late because he has to finish his shift at 24, go to a safehouse, shower (with unscented soap because he has an inkling about a vampire's nose and a Viking's taste-), change, and come back. And Matches is waved through the door easily enough.
He takes a round through the club before he makes a beeline for Northman's office, leaning against the doorframe as he looks in. ]
Busy night fer ya, eh?
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Good answer. [ He cocks his head to the side a little, and flashes his canines- almost mockingly. ]
I'm lookin' forward ta workin' wit' ya.
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Tell me something about yourself, Matches.
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Nah. [ Blandly. Flatly. Not out of rebellion, but simple truth: he refuses, and he will not be moved. ]
I ain't tellin' ya so easily. Ya haveta watch me fer it.
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Callouses on his hands. Darkness under his eyes from lack of sleep. Yes. He'll do just fine.]
And I will. Be watching.
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He stands up, letting his usual lethal grace suffuse his movement for just a moment- then he goes back to the indolence. One hand on the back of the chair, leaning his weight on a single leg. ]
And I'll be lookin' forward ta what ya see.
[ A smirk. ]
See ya tomorrow night, Mister Eric.
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