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[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam enters the bar some time after Eric. Could be a couple hours, could be a couple days. With the way time works between worlds, who the hell knows.

But she needed a break from Eric because just omfg

Really.

Just.

Ugh.

Anyway.

Dressed down in a slim black velour track suit (it matches Eric's, shut up) and flip flops, Pam sits at the bar and orders a bottle of TruBlood. Massaging her temple, she huffs a long-suffering, irritated sigh.

She will be inclined to tell you to fuck off if you ask her what's wrong.

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[heatherandsteel]

Down the counter from her, Quentin is looking slightly different as he has pointed ears and his hair has some unnatural copper in his hair as he pops his knuckles.

He hates waiting, but he understands why it didn't make sense for him to go and check on what happened with her daughter.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Is that an elf? He totally is an elf. A really pretty elf. But also kinda young.

And doing something annoying.

"Would you quit that?" she snaps.

[heatherandsteel]

He glances over at her, stops as he remembers the way she smelled him, "Stopped. Its been a long day."

[lazy_but_loyal]

"A long day. Ha!" she scoffs, mostly to herself, as she takes a sip of her blood-red beverage.

[heatherandsteel]

"Are you in the middle of stopping a war?" Its probably dangerous but he's getting antsy and she reminds him of the Queen slightly.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She turns to him with a flat expression.

"Am I supposed to care if you are?"

[heatherandsteel]

"No, just as I'm not going to care about whatever's making you sound annoyed,"

As long as they agree on that and gives her his best noble looking down glare.

[lazy_but_loyal]

That glare of his makes her want to laugh, and it shows.

"At the moment, it's you that's annoying me, but at least we know where we both stand now."

[hot_water]

Tahno saunters up with the confidence of one who owns the world and leans on the bar near--but not too near--to Pam. He flicks his gaze over her once, and approves of what he sees before ordering a shot of firewhiskey.

"Hey," he drawls, lifting a hand to draw the liquid out of the glass, waggling his fingers so that the liquor winds sinuously around his hand.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Oh, god, what.

She rolls her eyes as she deigns to look at what he's doing.

Magic or some shit. She hates magic and anything that resembles it.

Without answering, she turns back to her blood-red artificial beverage and takes a sip from it.

[hot_water]

Well, awright, Tahno thinks, and puts his guard up. He'll bug her once more, and see if she responds before leaving her alone.

"What're ya drinkin'?" he asks, freezing his whiskey into a cane to suck on the end.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She huffs a sigh and licks the thick red liquid off her upper lip before turning to look at him.

"Fake blood."

[hot_water]

Tahno's eyes glitter as he appraises her again. "Then," he starts, his gaze flicking to her drink and back to her face again, "yer a vampire. D'ya know Eric?"

[lazy_but_loyal]

She sees the glint in his eyes and senses a slight shift in his blood, the way it smells, the way it rushes through his veins.

"Yes. I do."

Her deep Southern accent stretches out the words into several meanings at once.

[hot_water]

"Pam," Tahno drawls, and though he says it with an accent, his tone is respectful. "I'm Tahno. You interested in somethin' other than fake shit?"

[lazy_but_loyal]

Eric sure likes talking about her.

Her flat expression doesn't change except for a faintly raised, and finely arched, eyebrow.

"I always am. You offering?"

[acme_chief]

"Tough day?"

The Chief looks over the young woman a few seats down, with the bottled Bloody Mary(?). A sigh that ostentatious is just asking for bar chat.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam barely gives the woman a sidelong look before she sighs again, clearly annoyed.

"Yeah," she drawls.

She doesn't sound as if she's going to elaborate.

Instead she takes a sip of her drink and licks the viscous red liquid off her top lip.

[cullenteddybear]

He's to about to ask what's wrong. She just seems like this other guy he met here. So walking up to her he nods to the bottle

"What's that?"

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam barely turns her head toward him. Instead she turns the bottle so that it clearly shows the label.

Tru·Blood
O Positive

"Fake blood," she says, not caring if it puts him off or not.

But-- she senses something different about him almost immediately. Different, but familiar.

(Sorry so late RL is a B)

[cullenteddybear]

He had seen that around her he wanted to try it but wasn't totally sure how it would work with his 'vegetarian' lifestyle. But you got tired of woodland critters.

"Yeah, I see that how's it taste compared to the real."

(No worries)

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam folds her arms on the countertop and now turns her head fully to look at him. Her ice blue eyes flick up and down his body.

"Nothing will ever taste as good as the real thing, honey. You would know that...wouldn't you?"

Re: (No worries)

[cullenteddybear]

Emmett leans against he bar with a smile. Letting his dimples come out to play.

"I do know that. and there really is nothing that calls to you like it either."

He likes her southern accent. It's been a while since he's heard one.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Dimples, too? Okay, he's cute, whatever.

"There really isn't," she drawls in agreement.

"So. How long have you been a vampire?"

[cullenteddybear]

"About 70 years. So a lost and most would consider me a young'un I know."

There is a careless shrug as he looks down at her.

"I figure I'm old enough, I don't randomly go around attacking the humans."