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[onceaviking]

A couple of hours after Pam's arrival, Eric walks through the door.

The audition had been hell to get through. He had rather regretted he'd promised Pam they would do it in the first place.
The lack of talent, the lack of looks. The lack of class.
And he had seen the look Pam had given him, but honestly.
Just because you want a job writhing on a podium at a vampire bar, doesn't mean you have to amp up the vulgarity.

And then, there had been Yvetta.

An Estonian vision of beauty, class, and perfect T&A.
He was sure he'd have Pam act all put upon, but as the owner, the quality of the entertainment fell on his shoulders. He wouldn't want anything but the best, and he hadn't wanted poor Yvetta to get distracted. So he'd sent Pam out and told Yvetta that she should show him everything.

She'd been right. She certainly was skilled at many styles.

Which is why there is a very self satisfied (and satisfied in general) vampire entering the bar, doing up his pants. And by doing up, we mean tying a little bow on the drawstring on his dark blue track suit pants.
No shirt. No shoes.

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[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam is sitting at the bar when Eric comes in.

And she grits her teeth against the growl in her throat.

Under her breath, she asks Bar for something. And a black t-shirt appears.

Pam angrily balls it up and throws it at Eric's head.

"Put a fucking shirt on."

[onceaviking]

He catches it. Of course he does. Without even looking in her direction.
"Why, thank you , Pam."

He knew she'd be pissed off.

It is not the first time either, but he doesn't see how he can be blamed for them having such similar tastes. At least in women. At least some of the time.

He looks over at her.
So, so satisfied.

To a sensitive nose, there can be no doubt about the reason. Then again, she likely didn't need the olfactory cue.

"We're hiring Yvetta."

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam actually had gained some composure during the interval and she was getting over it...

Until she saw Eric.

Fucking smug bastard, ugh.

She can smell Yvetta all over him.

"Fan-fucking-tastic."

[onceaviking]

"Yes,"he says. "Yes, she was."

He is doing it on purpose.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She crosses her arms and glares at him.

He's doing it on purpose.

[onceaviking]

He stretches. Languidly.
The t-shirt is still balled up in his hand.

"I think we will be very pleased with her."

Another stretch.

"By the way, I've taken you off your shift tomorrow night."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She rolls her eyes when he stretches.

"Why the hell for?" she mutters.

[onceaviking]

He runs a hand down his own belly.

"Well, Yvetta wasn't sure if she had clothes that would work with our decor, so I told her to meet in tomorrow evening. So you could take her shopping."

It was so much fun teasing Pam.
But he never could do it for long.

[lazy_but_loyal]

And in an instant, her ire is snuffed out.

Most of it, anyway.

It's just like Eric to do something that pisses her off, then turn right around and make it up to her. She should be used to it by now, but she still isn't. Somehow he keeps surprising her.

She's silent for a long time. The ice in her eyes never melts.



"I'll need the platinum credit card."

[onceaviking]

He gives her the kind of nod that lies mostly in a small movement of his eyelids.

The card is okay. Borrowing his car is not. She knows that.

"And she'll have her first night Friday. So don't tire her out."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She knows just how far to push him in return until she gets a no, so she doesn't mention the car.

"Fine. I won't."

She still sounds sulky.

[onceaviking]

He walks over and pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear with a cool finger.

"At one point, I was certain that I was developing a headache," he says. "We should have filmed the sad excuses for human beings and saved the tape to remind us not to audition locally another time."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She tries valiantly to turn her head away from his touch. But she never could, anyway.

She sighs.

"No. We should've filmed it, and then set the tape on fire."

[is_the_motion]

Bonnie will be over there at the Bar, bearing an amused smirk.

"Doin' the stride of pride over there, Eric?"

[onceaviking]

He looks over at her and gives her a small, crooked smile.

"I have had a very productive ending," he answers. Which could mean anything.

[is_the_motion]

"Well at least there's one happy vampire in here tonight." Bonnie sips her beer. "Come join me?"

[onceaviking]

Eric walks over, all predatory grace and post coital swagger.

[is_the_motion]

Bonnie laughs.

"Spill the beans, mister."

[onceaviking]

"We had auditions today," Eric practically purrs.

"Most of them were awful, but the last had quite a few tricks up her sleeve."

[is_the_motion]

"Looks like it." Bonnie says.

"I met another vampire here earlier, a lady. I was wonderin' if she were a friend of yers... Lord, I shouln' ask things like that, there's probably thousands of yer, practically makes me a racist..."

[onceaviking]

Eric shrugs, unconcerned.

"Were she by any chance an incredibly attractive, blond woman? Skintight clothing, perfect hair, lovely ass? Capable of a look so filled with scorn that it could wilt the lily in the field? If so, then yes, I know her."

Before Bonnie has a chance to talk, he holds up a hand. "And I should mention, that she is my Progeny."

A sentence heavy with meaning. Most along the lines of ' don't say the wrong thing'.

[is_the_motion]

Bonnie had been about to bark a laugh and compare the lady to a doll, but decides not to.

"That's the one. She looked pissed off." She sips her beer.

[onceaviking]

"She - tends to look that way,." Eric says.
"And I may have ruined her night a little. But it doesn't matter. She will come around."

[is_the_motion]

"Well I cain't offer yer any tips on raisin' girls." Bonnie says. "Least of all ones a couple hundred years old. She said she likes shoppin'."

[onceaviking]

"Yes," he says, his eyes getting a little distant.
"She does. And she will have ample opportunity tomorrow as our new dancer is in need of clothes. That should cheer her up."

There is something in his voice when he speaks of her. Something - warm. It's subtle, but it is there.