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Pam comes through the door, annoyed at everything, including Milliways.

Back at Fangtasia, Nan and the American Vampire League are packing up their cameras and gear after filming their vampire PSA. They gave Pam a copy of the raw footage on CD, which she has now in her hand, tapping her manicured fingernails on its clear case.

Really, they should have gone with Eric in the first place because the longer Pam had to sit still for the camera and say stupid things, the less she gave a fuck. It was stupid. The whole idea is stupid. Eric took over and did the whole damn thing in one take. There. Boom. Done.

She's sure that fangbangers everywhere would be licking their screens seeing Eric Northman in a goddamn commercial.

He was also in a suspiciously good mood when he arrived at work. She can guess why.

Anyway. Pam is here now. She might as well take the edge off her irritation. And at least she looks nice in a very pink and proper vintage Chanel two-piece, complete with pearls. This is her Sunday best.

Taking a seat at the bar, she orders a bottle of TruBlood and an issue of Vogue. She sets down the CD, marked "AVL PSA" with a Sharpie, and proceeds to ignore it as she flips through the magazine.

(She might show you the video if she likes you.)

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Ivan is rolling his shoulders as he walks in, he can do society parties in his sleep but this one was long.

His dress greens are neat as he sits down, undoing the collar and giving Pam a glance as he orders a brandy. The CD makes him look closer, "What is that?"

His accent is closest to something European but not fully, a couple of thousand years and planets alter that.

Pam raises her eyes from the magazine page and looks him up and down, inside and out. Not bad.

Her expression is mostly blank, but there's a glimmer of interest in her eyes. She can smell the long night on him.

"It's a CD. A compact disc. You don't have them?"

His uniform looks modern enough.

"Not that size, I'm used to data discs that are smaller,"

He's used to being looked over and sips his brandy as she does, she's intriguing, her eyes are hard but she has style.

"There were mini-discs for a very short time, but they never caught on. I think people got obsessed with miniaturized technology but got bored with it."

She shrugs as one who was never interested in those particular kinds of fads.

"These things replaced vinyl records, but they can be used for data storage, too."

"Vinyl, I think I've seen that in museums. Is it a project you've finished?"

Even though there isn't the need for it, there is something comforting about having physical proof of having done something that needed doing and was a pain to do.

She raises a neat eyebrow.

"Oh, wow. You're from a world where vinyl is in museums. I'm from a world where everything old gets a comeback every few decades, so vinyl is still cool because it's retro. Whatever. Young people."

When you've lived through every trend in the past hundred years, come talk to her about what's really retro.

She flips a page of her magazine.

"And no, not my project. A...political organization's." The way she says it, she doesn't sound as if she likes them very much. "It's just a copy of the raw footage they filmed today at the nightclub I co-run."

The way she says political makes him smile as he mentions a year in the 3000s,

"Ah politics, an awful burden for anyone who has to put up with it."

"I look forward to seeing the 3000s some day."

She smirks. She could be joking. Or not.

"Yeah, politics and religion. They can go screw each other."

He raises his drink and gives her a thoughtful look, that would be powerful tech, maybe she has it, "Don't give them ideas."

Nope, just immortality.

"Oh, they're already sticking their tongues in each other's mouths, they may as well go all the way. Separation of church and state was never a thing and never will be. But again, whatever."

She eyes him again, especially around his loosened collar.

"So, what are you, military?"

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"Imperial Barrayaran Service currently stationed at the Earth embassy. Lieutenant Ivan Vorpatril," Ivan bows to her, its about a half bow.

"I have no idea what that is, but it definitely sounds futuristic," she says dryly with a smirk.

"I'm Pam. From Earth, Louisiana, in the United States, to be exact."

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"Barrayar's military and I guess it could be in the future compared to other times."

"Yeah, you've got a millennium and change on me. What's Earth like in your time? Still lots of humans around?"

One of those population-destroying apocalyses would suck for a vampire.

"Yes, humans are still around just on more planets."

"Oh, you're on other planets now? Wow. Well, you do breed a lot."

Ivan's had protocol training and still blinks at her statement, "Your species doesn't?"

He's caught on. She smiles, slow, like a predator.

"Not like yours, and certainly not as frequently. Still like to fuck, though. That's never gonna change."

In his years, he's seen lots of smiles like that, it usually means threats and plotting. He chooses to go for light,

"Life needs fun in it especially if you have a lot of it."

Who's making threats and plotting? Pam ain't got time for threats and plotting.

"Oh, I agree," she purrs with a slow blink of her long eyelashes (she hardly blinks, if at all, which makes her gaze that much more intense).

"And I definitely have a lot of fun. How 'bout you?"

"Whenever I can find the time and the right company,"

Which means people not too interested in him for political means.

And she couldn't care less about politics.

"You sound like a busy guy. I couldn't help noticing that you were a little-- worked up when you came in. Long day?"

"Yes, dull work during the day and then a party full of people trying to tell me their opinions about things they didn't know. That's fairly normal, it just felt longer tonight."

"Hmm. That sounds incredibly boring."

She leans toward him, her gaze traveling up his throat, to his lips, and to his eyes.

"I could take your mind off of things."

When she starts to look him over, he straightens and smiles,

"Oh, I'd enjoy that and I promise, I won't bore you."

This is a very pleasing turn of events.

"You better not," she purrs.

Playfully. Not a threat. At least, it doesn't sound like one.

"Tell me, Ivan," she says with a lick of her rosy lips, "how do you feel about...biting?"

"It can add a wonderful spice to a night,"

He's open to trying almost anything if a beautiful woman asks him to.

She smiles, her teeth showing white and even.

"Oh, honey," she chuckles, her voice low and sensuous, "I ain't just spicy. I'm hot."

"Then I'm privileged to have your attention,"

Ivan leans towards her, there's a touch of a bow in it and the scent of his simple and rather expensive cologne.

The scent of his cologne takes a back seat to the scent of his blood.

"I hope you don't scare easy," she says, a little cryptically, a little teasingly, before she runs a cold fingertip along his jaw.

Her finger is cold and he thinks before answering,

"Not unless I'm in danger of dying or getting closer to the camp stool."

"Oh, I won't let you die," she says with a smirk.

"Ever heard stories about vampires?"

"Yes, I've heard them. That's good,"

Its worrying that she could let him die but honesty is useful.

"Well, I am one."

Honesty!

"So if you're up for a little danger with your fun, I can make it worth your while."

"Will the danger leave scars? I might get in trouble for those?"

"No scars. Guaranteed."

A beat.

"And you're not gonna turn into a vampire, either, if that's what you've heard in those stories. My kind doesn't work that way."

"How does your kind work?"

He wants to know what he's getting into though he hasn't moved farther away.

She breathes out a soft chuckle. Oh, god. While the desperation of a fangbanger is often off-putting, Pam has to squeeze every ounce of patience out of herself when it comes to not scaring newbies away.

"Its pretty simple: when I bite you, I won't kill you or turn you into a vampire. Sure, I'll drink your blood. But you've donated blood medically, haven't you? It's just like that. Except way sexier."

"Hm, I'd say it sounds like an unusual way to spend an evening,"

Ivan offers her his arm to lead him where she wishes.

"It usually is."

Oh, look, a gentleman. Don't see many of those these days.

She leaves her things with the bar and gracefully slips off the stool. In her heels, she's just as tall as he is.

"I'm gonna lay down some ground rules here," she says as she tucks her hand in the crook of his elbow.

"You are not gonna fuck me. You might not even touch me -- I haven't decided yet. But I will give you the best handjob you've ever had, and you will need a nap when I'm done with you."

She then smiles sweetly.

"Got a room?"

None of this is exactly what he was expecting for tonight but the ground rules seem fair. She gets his blood, he gets a good feeling and a new experience, "No, but I can get one."

A key appears on the counter for them.

"Well, alrighty then," she drawls, and with that, she goes with him upstairs.

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