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milliways_bar2016-05-24 12:43 pm
lazy_but_loyal) wrote in milliways_bar2016-05-24 12:43 pm
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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.)
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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"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."
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Ivan offers her his arm to lead him where she wishes.
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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?"
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A key appears on the counter for them.
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