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[ After this. ]

He enters from the back door, and takes but a moment to survey the room. It is not ideal, but that can be fixed.

An imperious gesture beckons a wait rat, and he mutters something to them. The rat dashes off, gathering some of its comrades to help with clearing out one of the darker corners of the bar. Filigreed brass lamps are hung and lit. The banquet is draped with rugs and pillows. A hookah is placed in the center of the low table, right next to a huge chess set.

He removes his coat and rolls up his sleeves as he watches the preparations being made. When they are finally to his satisfaction, he takes his place at the center of them. One of the rats brings him a small table and a tray with several accoutrements.

Another quiet murmur of suggestion, and the rat nods. A few minutes later, there is a tiny group of rat musicians sitting to one side, playing an oud and some strange stringed instruments, one on a tiny but strangely deep drum. Their first strains make him smile, and nod.

He takes up the pipe while one of the rats lights the lamp. In two puffs, he starts to feel his body relax. He lays back into the cushions, his long legs stretched out on the table, one arm draped across the pillows.

Yes, this will do nicely.

[Warnings for: Sexual innuendo, casual vampiric feeding, not so casual drug use, and general debauchery. Also, pup is potentially violent, so please PM me if you intend to come at him with both barrels. Many thanks to Fi for helping me research the opium smoking.]

[ETA: And we're in slowtime. Thank you all! Closed to new tags. ]

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Vlad covers his mouth with one hand, choking back a laugh and sinking into the cushions. One hand reaches for the pipe, and he tilts his head, watching the boy get more of a handful than he ever managed. He's impressed, actually.

'Put the drink on my ledger, if you please. And Autor? It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope we can continue our game, later?'

Edited 2013-09-14 06:49 (UTC)

Oh, he's tired. It's a good tired, sinking down into his bones and loosening his muscles. He almost remembers not to slip off of his lady knight, though his limbs are too wobbly to snuggle her as he'd like to.

With effort, Autor lifts his nose from Rae's neck. He raises his hand, and crinkles his fingers in a wave. "Goodbye, sweetheart," the boy says, soft and sweet and mellow.

Edited 2013-09-14 07:03 (UTC)

A strange sound, almost a laugh, escapes Sunshine's mouth upon hearing Autor's sweet farewell. The thick smoke only intensifies the already-heightened sense of surreality.

She should probably get him out of there before the smoke renders her unable to clear her mind enough for magic.

"Autor, I'm going to lift you up, okay?" she says, leaning her drowsy head against his. "Like last time, with the fruit smoothies. That'll leave my hands free to get us some smoothies from the bar along the way."

She is already contributing her magic slightly, to keep his weight off her shoulder. Levitation is extremely useful when one has a teenage boy wanting to lean on your broken shoulder.

"You can have fruit smoothies with... Tepesh... some other time." The actually amusing thought of smoothies made from blood-oranges is one she's having difficulty suppressing.

"Oooh, I get to float again? Thank you!" Autor pipes up. "Hey, Tepesh, did you know she does this floaty thing? She does! It's nice. It's real nice. You both are such nice people. I wish I could be this nice."

Planting a sloppy, wet kiss on his palm, Autor swings his head around to the vampire. The boy raises his hand to his lips and blows once, sending the wet token of affection on its way. "Our game isn't over! Just sleepy. Like me. Oh, a lot like me. But I don't need any blankets."

He smiles, and waves, and sighs in contentment as Rae levitates him away.