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 Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2023 11:04 am
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X gave PB an appreciative look over as the other stretched within the booth, his smile growing a bit feral. The lights complimented the colorful male's figure nicely, and X couldn't help but enjoy the show. Pretty Boy's name was certainly appropriate. Then again, the entire band was made up of beautiful individuals, and the bassist was more than happy to relish their company each in turn. How luck was he to get to jam with such gorgeous talent?
"Oh, I plan to, pet," he assured the other with a purr, reaching over to pick up a shot. He wasted no time licking up the contents of the alcohol-laden treat, licking his lips after it was sucked down with a feral grin. "If tonight's not a night to go hog-wild, then I don't know what is," he mused. There was good music, good booze, sexy company and patrons, and a time to celebrate. The club was open, and all Pretty Boy's hard work was finally coming to fruition. X, for one, had no intention of being a wallflower tonight. "Haven't found any yet, love, but the night's young. I'll scare something up before too long. Too much temptation not to," he confessed. "Speaking of trouble...," he mused, as a few familiar faces approached.
First Liri appeared, sidling up under his arm as he settled in the booth, and their newest member, MJ, wasn't far behind. X let his dual-colored eyes drink each one up in his usual good-natured fashion. He was here for a good time, after all, and the warm buzz he was already sporting made his flirtatious nature all the more apparent. He watched as MJ immediately lapped up a jello shot, and kept his arm wrapped easily around Liri's more delicate frame.
"Hello, darlings," X greeted both with his usual flirty drawl. "You both look delish," he complimented freely. MJ with all her color and booty shorts was hard not to notice; and Liri was always a treat X was happy to get more of.
It was nice, to have them all together. All they needed now was more booze.
"Onward and upward, loves -- may this be the first night of many great nights," he toasted, holding up a second jello shot, before tossing it back in a fluid motion. Good practice for later, if he had his way, at any rate.
When Lay came over, X didn't hesitate. "More shots!" Jello, actual shots, he didn't care -- he just wanted more, glutton that he was. If he let his eyes drink in Lay, well, that was just the theme of the evening for X. He couldn't resist a pretty Kat, and right now, he was on cloud nine, surrounded by them.
Unlife was good tonight.
He didn't have to think, he was surrounded by beautiful people, the booze was flowing, the music was hopping, and right now, everything just felt right. Time to take full advantage of it all if he had his way.
"Oh, and buy that guy," he waved over to 13 and his gaggle of meanki's "a few rounds of whatever he wants, on me." He certainly deserved it and more. He'd have to dig him up some sort of bottle of whisky and smokes sometime for always taking out the trash... especially after what happened with Liri.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2023 11:32 am
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"Hey MJ," Liri said, reaching across the table to give her a playful, gentle punch to the shoulder. "Lookin' good." Everyone in the booth was, truth be told. The band was eye-catching as always. He helped himself to a jello shot as well, take the time to appreciate it properly. "EvRi's definitely on it tonight." He was enjoying the music, and the chance to tuck in against X's side without making too much of it. Too far and X would run away. He'd seen it before. But he actually really liked spending time with the Graverobbers and the staff in general. In Liri's eyes, they were as close to family as he'd ever get.
Glancing up when Lay arrived, Liri gave him a pleased smile. "More jello shots, yes. But could you also please bring me an Aviation?" Fru fru drinks were kind of his thing, when he didn't want something he could slam back quickly. Getting drunk faster wasn't the goal, but the classic Aviation had plenty of gin in it. It was just also beautiful, purple, and a sweet treat. "Thank you, Lay," he added, for good measure. Manners maketh man, and all of that.
"Thanks, honey. You're not looking bad yourself," Liri said, settling into the booth all the more comfortably. "It's just a good looking group." Which, they were. Had to be part of why they had so many fans, though they weren't short on talent, either. When X mentioned buying 13 some rounds, Liri glanced up. "Can you add a couple drinks for 13, on me?" Although he'd already thanked him, thanks really didn't seem like enough.
Glancing at PB, Liri quirked a brow. "So... any surprises today that you haven't told us about?" Something told him that if there were, PB still wouldn't say a word. It was probably more fun for him that way, but there might be nothing to say, anyway. "I think I see most of the old crowd here tonight... and a lot of faces I don't know." Although his tenure in the band was shorter than PB's or even X's, the Sin Bin was one of few primarily clanless haunts. A safe place for many like himself to enjoy some reprieve from their night-to-night.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2023 12:13 pm
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Oh.
Oh gosh…. He definitely saw her staring, she cringed to herself at how weird she was being. They hadn’t spoken since their night together and while that would have been totally normal before, she wasn’t sure if that meant anything now.
He tipped his glass at her before he was swarmed by a few women and she blinked herself back to the booth, realizing PB saw her spaced out. She needed a drink. Taking back another Jell-o shot to cheers with X, MJ side-eyed PB at his comment about saving 13. Was that a good idea? She ignored it for a second to turn her attention to Liri and X. She stuck her tongue out at the singer of the band after he playfully punched her arm. "You guys are lookin' awfully good yourselves tonight! I could just eat you up."
When Lay approached she grinned at the bartender who had become a good friend of the band. “Always more jello shots,” MJ called out over the music as she slid out of the booth. She nodded her head in 13’s direction to indicate to PB where she was heading, a lopsided grin on her face. “Be right back,” she called over her shoulder as she made her way through the crowd towards the bar.
The other bartenders were hard at work getting 13 the rounds that Liri an X were buying for him and 13 himself looked… bored? Maybe? Was MJ imaging that? Maybe she just wanted him to be bored surrounded by hot women. She shook the thought away and plastered on a big smile as she pushed her way through the Meankis.
“Ladies, ladies, ladies!,” MJ turned so her back was right against 13 and she was facing the crowd of women. “As lucky as my dear friend here is to have your attention, he’s needed elsewhere at the moment. Duty calls,” she mused as she looped her arm through the crook of his elbow, grabbed one of the drinks made for 13, took a long sip, and began back towards the Graverobbers’ booth with their roadie in tow.
To anyone else she was just being friendly with someone she was already platonically close to. It was easy to play this off as innocent even if she was glad to have him join them in the booth. No big deal. Be cool. Ducking her way through the crowd with 13, she pulled him into the booth next to her. Hopefully he was feeling like being social tonight, she thought to herself after the fact.
“Lookie who I found,” she grinned and put on her usual bubbly act, taking another jello shot, chasing it with the drink she brought over with her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2023 6:53 pm
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PB had spotted the look on X's face and smirked, he knew that look. It wasn't a secret that his bandmates were ******** hot. There was no other way to put it. And it wasn't like PB was blind, he just... tried to avoid complicating s**t within the band if he could help it. His gaze rose casually to take in X's face, along with the rest of him. Not that keeping things simple was always the easiest thing in the world to do. The band had a lot of history, s**t, his eyes slid to Liri, some of it before they were even a band.
He lifted his glass and took another drink, the ice shifting and clinking against the inside as it did. He was starting to feel warm but he was nowhere near buzzed or tipsy yet. He gave another chuckle, knowing full well X would make good on his claim. He hardly struggled to find willing partners, but if anyone could pull a rabbit out of a hat when it came to finding a hot piece in a pinch, it was X. The vampire was certainly a force of nature. <******** yes!" PB lifted a jello shot, joining the Bassists toast, and cleared the contents quickly. When Liri asked him about surprises he leaned back again, giving an offhand shrug. "I'm sure this night is going to be full of surprises, gorgeous. But if you want anything special to happen let me know and it'll happen." He wanted Liri to have a good time tonight, especially given some recent unpleasantness that had gone down on site. He felt the heat of anger flash in his chest, his fist curling around his drink absently. If those ******** ever set foot in the club again they were gonna have a real bad eternity. He'd make sure of it.
PB smiled as MJ took off towards 13, his gaze sliding back to the remaining bodies in the booth. "There really are a lot of the old crowd, more than I expected. It's kinda nice seeing so many familiar faces." As Lay popped up PB gave him a friendly nod. "Hey, Lay. You should join us if you can get away from the bar for a second. You gotta at least do a shot with us sometime tonight." He chuckled. "We got some hard-core celebrating to do." The grin on his face lit his features up, lending him an air of mischief. His white teeth flashing brilliantly under the lights of the club, lips parting to expose a sharp canine as he did. When Lay started taking orders he quickly slipped his in along with the rest. "Can I get the usual? And add another bottle for 13 on my tab." He tapped the side of his glass and gave the attractive bartender a wink. 13 was going to be drinking free for a while after what he did for Liri.
As MJ returned, 13 in tow, he made room for them both to scoot in. "Aye, 13. Welcome to the party." That grin lit up his face again as he slid the two of them some jello shots. He then lifted his drink and pointed it around the table. "I want ******** of you to focus on having a great time tonight. You all deserve it. You work your asses off, both on and off the stage. So here's to all of us. May the sins we commit tonight be the stuff of legends." He pressed the glass to his lips, finishing off the contents, before setting it back down on the table and leaning back. It was shaping up to be a great night.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2023 10:01 pm
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When MJ returned with 13 in two, X couldn't help but give a fanged smile. "Well there's the man of the hour -- how you feeling? Glad Emmy dragged your fine mug over," he mused, tipping his empty Jello shot up at the man. He looked at the empty container, before making a face.
Thankfully, Lay had sent over another round, and he was quick to snatch a third. "Better hold onto him fast, love -- but we'll tempt him to stay with some more whiskey, eh?" Honestly, drinks weren't enough for what the roadie did... but tonight at least, it was something.
Settling back against Liri, he tightened his grip on the other. He was really feeling good. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits, and the club was hoppin'. He still wanted to hit the dance floor, but for now, he was more than happy to enjoy the comradery of the full booth. There were a few faces that were missing for various reasons, but over all, he was delighted.
"All of us!" X repeated Pretty Boy's words back to him with a smirk. "That means you too, pet," he drawled at the other, wanting to underscore the importance. He had no idea what was going on with the other, per usual, but he did know he'd spent an awful lot of time throwing himself into getting the Sin Bin, and the band, cobbled together. "None of this would be possible without you". And this time he tipped his shot to the colorful guitarist before downing ******** yeah. Tonight he was going to let loose and do exactly as the singer encouraged. It was called Sin Bin for a reason.. how many sins could he commit before dawn?
Kyuketsuki06 I know Lay puttered off to be a good bartender but X would love to do some shots if he gets a break!
Cheri X wants to know what fancy drink he got but.... will ask when it arrives.
Kinu Good speech...how inspiring, haha!
Yayoi 13 gonna go home with enough whisky to run his own bar.
Sylent Nyte Hope X calling her Emmy is okay... LOL Her being little wild drummer sis and all.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2023 10:31 pm
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Well. This was an interesting, and unexpected, turn of events.
So maybe he should have been a little bit more curious about what 'Elysium' meant when Pretty Boy had told him that he'd had the Sin Bin made into one, instead of pretending he knew exactly what it meant. Because he did not know. He'd had absolutely not one clue. And now, here he was, in what was perhaps the last place that he was wanted.
At least, that's how it felt to him.
And yet, a part of the Brujah was almost glad that this had happened. The way things had ended between him and Pretty Boy around three weeks prior had not sat well with him. In fact, it had been eating at him every single day since, and the other vampire's words practically haunted him. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how wrong he had been. Overwhelmed as he had been by everything, and needing time to process it all, was not a good enough excuse for his shitty behaviour, and he knew that. He had judged Pretty Boy unfairly, had shut down his apology, and knew that he had hurt him in the process.
Well. Maybe tonight he could attempt to make things right again if it was still possible to do so.
Micky, the Sheriff to the Prince of the Camiralla, entered the club with an air of self-confidence and with a smile already pulling up the corners of his lips. It was one thing to have seen it empty and desolate, weeks before its reopening, but it was altogether another thing to see it now, crowded with patrons, thrumming with energy, the music pulsated through the air, vibrating the floor beneath his feet. It might not have quite been the same place he remembered in appearance, but the vibe was still the same. His silvery hair was pulled back in a thick, long braid, the loose pieces at the front swept to the side with the longest piece tucked behind one ear. His pale skin shone in a way that was ethereal, with an almost otherworldly beauty, and his lilac eyes shimmered with a glow all their own.
Behind him were others. A rag-tag group of Gangrels that he had brought along with him since the Prince told him he should start getting the pups (his Hounds) acclimatized to the type of work that they would be doing.
That lilac gaze had been roaming the crowd since he had arrived, scanning the bar area, the dance, floor, and finally along the booths, until he caught sight of a burst of colour. A group all sitting together, celebrating, raising their glasses in a toast. The Brujah watched them, found the one he was looking for amongst them, and felt that all too familiar ache deep in his chest, even if he did outwardly smile to hide it. The urge to approach them all was strong, but his trepidation was almost just as much so. Still, he had to, didn't he? If not just because he really wanted to see Pretty Boy again, but because they had business to discuss.
Glancing behind him, he gestured to The Pups, waving them off to go and do whatever they wanted to do. Hopefully, they didn't get themselves into too much trouble. He had promised them all treats if they behaved themselves tonight.
Heading towards the booth full of multi-coloured, apparently all very gorgeous, clanless vampires, he raised a hand in greeting, shifting his gaze to each of them.
"Hello, hey, yo, 'sup?...." He greeted them all, making sure not to leave a single one out before his eyes finally rested fully on Pretty Boy.
His smile grew, though there was a hint of shame in it, and in the look he gave him.
"Hi." It was simple, short, and rushed out in a single breath like a sigh, though despite that was still completely audible, "I need to talk to you." He glanced around at the others before looking back at him.
"Just for a couple of minutes? Privately, if possible, please?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2023 10:46 pm
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From the way the band was lapping up the jello shots, Liri had a feeling the night was going to be a long one. Liri smiled at PB, more than happy to enjoy his company, even as he snuggled into X's side. Sometimes it was better to go with the flow... and this flow had fun written all over it. He reached down and grabbed a jello slot, taking his time in enjoying it. It was not like he hadn't seen how they'd been taking them. So, he savored the treat, as well as the opportunity to tease his bandmates.
"Mmm." It was delicious, after all. "We're going to be doing more of that." A lot more, if he wanted to forget about what had happened not too long ago. "I don't know, I might like an Oreo Cookie Martiniti to go with the Aviation cocktail..." PB had mentioned special things and he hadn't exactly specified a limit. The light of good humor in his eyes suggested that he wasn't being entirely serious... though it was difficult to tell whether he was joking, too.
When 13 approached, Liri gave him a smile, too. He could tell that 13 was mostly focused on MJ, and why shouldn't he be? He knew what it was like to have company that was too damn distracting. At the moment he was in a similar situation, with some nuance. "Hey 13. Did they find you with all the drinks we sent your way?" And would probably keep sending, from the looks of it. 13 had always been a heavy drinker, but they were gonna put him through his paces for sure.
"X is right, you know," Liri said, glancing at PB. "All of this is because of you." For one reason or another, PB was at the heart of it. He smiled at PB and then at MJ, just glad to have their little group all in one place. Chance was missing, and Lay had floated back off to the bar, but they were close to a full Sin Bin unit, here. It was cozy and nice.
And then...
Micky showed up. Not just Micky, but a whole herd of clanned vampires. Liri stiffened up, his smile fading just slightly. Not because he hated this crowd, but because he'd had an iffy relationship with the clans ever since he was born. And now one of the clanned vampires, someone who had clearly meant a lot to PB, wanted a private talk with him. Well. Maybe that Oreo Cookie Martini would have to wait... or maybe it just wouldn't happen at all.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2023 4:56 pm
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Rainbow coloured claws went up to wave to Lay as he moved through the ever-growing crowd to get back to the bar. She’d have to catch up with him later when he wasn’t quite so busy, if ever that time came with how skilled he was and how much potential the Sin Bin had. It was clear that PB’s hard work had paid off.
PB slid another jello shot in her direction and she immediately put the treat to her lips, used her tongue to loosen it and took the shot back quickly. She flashed X a giant smile, a genuine one that was reserved for the band only, “we’ll definitely keep the whiskey comin’ and hope he sticks around.” Watching Liri finally take back a jello shot himself, she cheered a loud “WOOOOOOO!!” at her excitement of getting to let loose with Her People.
When her brightly coloured bandmate raised his glass, MJ followed suit, raising the drink she brought over with her from the bar. Bright coloured lips split into an enormous grin at PB’s speech.
May the sins we commit tonight be the stuff of legends.
Mismatched eyes shifted slightly to steal a quick glance at 13 sitting next to her. <******** yeah,” MJ chimed in. “To us!”
She took a long drink from her glass and when she placed it back down, it was as if the energy in the room shifted. Liri’s smile changed just enough for MJ to take notice and she frowned. Her eyes moved to follow Liri’s gaze and that’s when she saw him approaching, putting her immediately on the defense.
Way to harsh my ********’ buzz, the drummer mused to herself as she stared Micky down silently, arms crossing over her chest. She’d move if and only if PB agreed to talk to him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2023 10:19 pm
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During the praise PB rolled his eyes good-naturedly, smiling a little uncomfortably as he did. "It wasn't that big a deal." He chuckled, trying to downplay the whole thing as much as possible. Plucking another jello shot from the tray and cleaning it out promptly, he smirked. He felt relieved everyone was in such high spirits. He genuinely wanted them all to enjoy themselves tonight as much as possible, they deserved it after the just... sheer amount of s**t and stress they'd all been going through lately.
"It was definitely worth all the bullshit it took to get here, that's for sure." He laughed. "And we absolutely owe 13 a big ******** thank you for looking out for Liri. Things get wild around here but that was too ********' much. That s**t can't happen again. This is our home." The look in his eyes changed briefly from mirth to earnestness, he meant it. Nothing like that would happen again in their house. As he looked to Liri he spotted his expression change and PB cocked a brow inquisitively. What happened? He followed Liri's gaze to find out what had suddenly caught his attention and felt that familiar pang in his chest, Micky. He licked his lips and leaned back a bit in his seat, his expression indecipherable. The way the Elder strolled in with that air of authority made the heat rise in his body, he hated to admit that it was hot.
PB exhaled sharply through his nose as he watched him come in, lips lifting in a smirk. But that smirk quickly faded to a neutral expression as those Lilac eyes landed on the group. s**t. Was he looking right at him? Yeah. He was looking right at him. The claws around his empty glass tightened a bit, a kind of anxious energy exploding in his gut as the Brujah began to approach, sending off what looked like a pack of dogs to scatter through the club. He kind of expected someone from the Clans would show up tonight, he hadn't expected it to be Micky.
Pretty Boy closed his eyes for a second, calming his nerves. Why the ******** was he anxious? He should have felt angry or agitated or something negative, but he didn't. He didn't want to be mad at him anymore, he was tired of being angry. He'd lost the desire to hang onto and harbor s**t a long time ago. It was a waste of time and energy better spent elsewhere. As he opened his eyes again he shot the group a reassuring look, letting them know it was chill. He listened as Micky greeted each and every person at the table and let out a low chuckle. He really was polite wasn't he.
He could feel the tension rise a bit at the table as the Sheriff appeared. It caught the vibrant male off guard for only a moment until he realize why. Right, the crew didn't know Micky. The old band had known him, but these guys hadn't been at the club when Micky worked here back in the day. The breathy 'Hi' aimed in his direction made the corner of Pretty Boys mouth lift in a smirk. "Hi back." He chuckled, that same smooth, smoky timber to his voice as always. Like velvet, with just a hint or bite of a growl. "It's chill guys. This is Micky. He used to work at the club a long time ago. He aint here to crash the party." He laughed, leaning forward, his bangs falling across an eye as he did.
He began to point with his glass around the table, starting with Lay and moving to each individual as he went. "Micky, that's Lay, our most beloved beast of a bartender. This is Delirium, the multi-talented, sexy, siren vocals of the band. That's X, our badass ********' bassist and resident succubus. Over here is MJ, master of the drums and mistress of all our hearts. And this is 13, Jack-of-all-trades Roadie and our literal lord and savior. Without whom we'd all probably be dead or permanently on fire." He grinned, it was a shame the rest of the crew hadn't shown up yet, but he could introduce them later.
At the request for a word he shrugged and gave the Elder a nod, standing up in his seat. "Duty calls, I'll be back in a bit. You guys keep getting drunk. If you start sinning without me at least make them good ones." He leaned over, cupping MJ's cheeks in his hands dramatically, giving the top of her head an exaggerated kiss. Without even asking them to move he slipped between X and the table, his mid-section dangerously close to the Bassists face as he paused. He did the same thing to the larger male that he'd done with MJ. Cupping his cheeks in his hands and kissing the top of his head dramatically. Liri was next.
The Guitarist leaned his a** out a little so Liri didn't get a face full of crotch, giving him the same style of kiss atop his head before moving on. Careful not to touch where he'd been injured, just in case it still hurt. He slipped past the bartender just as Lay sat down, having just set the tray on the table. When PB jumped out of the booth he landed next to Micky, his arms sliding up to lace behind his head casually. He gestured with a mild nod toward the Elysium Room, figuring that's what Micky was sent here to scope out since it's where the clans would be doing business. He tried not to look into his eyes except briefly. It stirred up too much s**t he was trying to keep at bay, especially after what had happened the last time they'd been in one another's company. "C'mon, let's go talk." He blew the crew a kiss and gave them a wink, mouthing the words 'Call me.' as he led Micky off through the crowd.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2023 11:44 pm
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Oof. Tough crowd. He could practically feel the tension coming off of every single person (and was one of them growling at him??) that he had greeted, and not a single one had bothered to greet him in return, save for the one who had just shown up with a tray full of drinks, and Pretty Boy himself.
Micky offered Lay a nod and a smile, lifting his hand in a return wave. Just that one, small gesture from a single member of the group served to make him feel a little bit better about this whole thing.
But he wasn't here for any of them. He had been sent by the Prince and was told he needed to have a chat with Pretty Boy once he arrived. It was just business, though it would give him an opportunity to talk about something else as well, hopefully. And thankfully, Pretty Boy seemed like he was willing to talk. In fact, he seemed to be just like his old self, smiling, taking control of the situation, and of everyone's attention. For Micky's part, he stared at the rainbow male with rapt attention when he spoke, but then flicked that gaze around the table when Pretty Boy introduced him to the whole, new crew of the Sin Bin.
"Nice to meet you all." He grinned, trying to ignore the way they were looking at him, "Definitely not here to crash the party. Well, the Hounds might be a little, but I'll keep an eye on them." He said and took a step back from the table as Pretty Boy began to make his way out.
He couldn't help but watch him. the smile falling into a wry smirk at the small theatrics, the exaggerated kisses, the way he moved his body to free himself o the confines of the booth to join Micky on the floor. He bit down on the inside of his lip when the vampire landed so close to him and had to force himself to tear his gaze away, looking back to the table instead.
"I'll have him back to you quickly, I promise." He gave a quick two-fingered wave-like gesture to the small crowd and turned back toward Pretty Boy to follow him off.
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