Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on Mar 10, 2009 12:56:35 GMT 1
Abe visibly pouted as he spotted Jacaranda’s foot hooking around Silas’s calf. No fair! He wanted footsie! He glowered at Silas, Abe was a poor loser at everything and when it came to the matters of women it was no exception. He couldn’t let Silas get ahead, but there wasn’t much he could do if Jack was going to start rubbing up against him like a dog in heat. Where had that waitress got to? He needed a good stiff drink to try and distract him.
He ignored her protest at being called old, it probably wasn’t a good idea to remind her she was three years older than him anyway. ”No, you’re right, we were never friends.” A suggestive smile slipped onto his lips. Abe and Jacaranda had spent the majority of their time at his father’s firm in fierce rivalry, but there had been a few occasions they’d set aside their differences to what he felt had been their mutual benefit.
Like the time in the stationary cupboard and the chance meeting in the bathrooms at that office party, or that time they’d shared a car back from a meeting. That was what he was hoping to remind her of. Good times. Offices were much better work places to discretely slip away, it wasn’t like Abe could get away with it where he was currently employed. Hogwarts castle was far too cold and draughty for that kind of thing, not to mention the teenagers that always popped up at the most inopportune moments.
He let out a huff of annoyance, Jack was too busy making eyes at Silas to pay any attention. He was little more than a prop that had an irritating habit of interrupting. Well he wasn’t going to just sit back and let Silas get on with it, he hadn’t lost yet. Abe shift the arm that Jacaranda was currently leaning against, sliding his hand underneath her hair to brush his thumb across the nape of her neck before hooking his arm over her shoulders. Let them talk, he’d just do one better. [/font]
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Post by Jacaranda Mulciber on Mar 10, 2009 14:42:17 GMT 1
Jac was a little slower on the uptake though it was surprising she figured it out at all with all her brain cells drowning in alcohol. She didn’t realise there was a game until that clever move of Abe’s. She was fairly enamoured by Silas and her foot managed surprising dexterity as it rubbed methodically at his shin. She was reward with him shuffling closer and the touch of his hand on her knee. Those hands were warm, and it sent a little thrill though her muggy nervous system.
Looking in her direction was enough excuse to discern his interest. He could have been scowling and she would have been happy to have his attention. She almost wiggled in glee and she felt Abe start to shift at her shoulder. She ignored him, her attention solely on her employer. As it had clearly been defined, Jac and Abe had never been friends, though their relationship status had been difficult to define in the first place.
It was then that the game started to take shape in Jacaranda’s mind. First, Silas made the horrendous mistake of suggesting drinks ‘on the house’. Her scowl returned full force. She didn’t spend her precious time balancing his books for him to give away stock when ever he felt the urge to impress. She’s accounted for some of his generosity when she’d found little holes in the numbers but if he was passing out freebees so readily, all those little holes would eventually make one big pitfall. She made a snorting noise in the back of her throat, clearly unimpressed. “On the house?! Mister Rosier, this is a business. It’ll be paid for out of your own pocket, not pilfered from the bar’s profits.” Her leg stilled on Silas’s leg. What the hell was Abe moving around for? “As your accountant— Uhg.” She’d tripped over her words and swallowed them, replacing them with a short and almost choked groan. Her hand clenched involuntarily on his leg in mild suprise. Abe’s hand had brushed the nape of her neck and had stolen all ability to make coherent thoughts. Oh, that felt far too nice.
Suddenly the game was clearly apparent. Abe had the distinct advantage of already knowing her and had joined the race half a lap ahead. Silas had shot himself in the foot and was just limping off the starting line. The only reason he was even allowed to compete was that Jac had a very strong aversion to Abraham winning. Nevertheless, she settled comfortably back against the side of his chest, wriggling down a little in her seat so her head fit under his chin. The new seating arrangement gave his arm far too much access to her torso, but damn it was comfy.
She’d forgotten what she’d been about to lay into Silas about so it saved the older man a few hurdles to clear. The drinks came and Jac snatched up the cold glass of beer, sloshing only minimal amounts on her shirt. After appreciatively gulping a third of the glass, she set it back on the table and snuggled back against Abe while her feet resumed their movement against Silas’s legs. Jac was spectacular at mathematics, though trying to work out whether Abe or Silas was the most valuable asset was proving to be difficult.
Abe was the younger man, perhaps physically fitter and she knew for a definite fact that Abe + Jacaranda = Good sex. Sometimes really good sex. It depended how comfortable the surface they decided to christen was. Abe had money. Old money. The best kind. Old money was not fickle and likely to leave you at a moments notice. And money was very important in an equation like this.
Silas however was the older and mildly better looking man. Age sometimes equalled more experience, or it just meant the sex would only get progressively worse. It was her general experience that the higher up the ladder a man had clambered the worse he was in bed. It was sod’s law that the one you had to do to get the job was the least satisfying. Silas however was confident in his advances and Jac generally equated that with something to be confident about. Silas was uncharted territory, so waving the chequered flag for him would mean something new and potentially better than submitting to Abe for the millionth time.
The woman made a frustrated noise and stole the shot glass out of his hand that the waitress had just poured from him. She swallowed the whiskey, pulled a sour face and graciously returned the small empty glass to Abe. This decision was going to take a lot more alcohol, preferably enough to get her to pass out which would at least mean she wouldn’t have to make the choice. Why did Abe always have to complicate things? Her evening was neatly planned out with the arrival of Silas but then the dolt had to go and remind her exactly why she’d put up with the stationary cupboards and the ‘late night accounting meetings’. She attempted to distract herself by eyeing up Silas some more. One of her perfectly-kept brows rose as if to say: ‘Your turn’. Though how he was going to trump Abe without breaking any public indecency laws was beyond her.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 11, 2009 7:46:54 GMT 1
Okay, eesh, bad word choice. Silas was mentally bracing himself for a complete lecture when he was saved, of all people, by Abe. Grabbing the back of her neck of like that was obviously cheating, but Silas couldn’t bring himself up to be completely annoyed by it because at the very least it had done a fantastic job of getting Jacaranda to shut the fuck up. It showed just how used to telling people off she was that she was able to start formulating a well structured, verbose argument even when too drunk to sit up properly. Besides, cash was up with the Christmas break boom and Jac knew that full well.
The fact that she had stopped rubbing his leg had managed to escape Silas’s attention until she resumed again. He was also rather irate to notice that as far as physical position went Abe had gone and landed himself with the upper hand. Damn. Firstly, Jac looked like she was having the time of her life there and secondly all the proper erogenous zones that weren’t X-Rated were to be found on the top half: hair, neck, ears, scalp, and lips. Even tracing a finger lightly over her navel, waist and lower back had a shot at doing the trick and there was a good reason shoulder massages were so popular. Of course, all of which were areas he couldn’t reach without making everything blatantly obvious.
The main point was this: since when was Silas ever in the habit of playing fair? While Jac was contemplating her own equation he was working out his. Although she might very well enjoy having two men try and rub her in as many places as possible that wasn’t a contest Silas wanted to get drawn into on such unfair terms. What did he need? Jac or Abe to move. The best way to get it? Nothing wrong with tradition. Pulling his right hand away from Jac’s knee, Silas leaned forward to grab the drink that had just arrived for him on the table, using the movement to disguise his other hand dropping down into his wand-pocket.
”Abe can cover it, he still has a rather large tab that needs owing. And don’t worry about the club; I’ve come into some money that’ll do wonders for the net profit margins after I invest” Silas contended, talking and waving the drink dismissively merely to attract attention to his face and visible hand before taking a sip. Thanks again there, Adrian. Silas had definitely charged the ex-auror a lot more than he had spent. He’d also made a mental note not to be completely irresponsible as far as the cash went, just mostly.
Gripping the handle of his wand, Silas manoeuvred it to lay flat against his lap and didn’t take it out of his pocket so it wouldn’t be visible. Aiming it just past Jac and at dear Abraham, he decided on a simple little incantation that should hopefully get the other man to jump and dislodge Jac without making a light or rush-of-magic effect to betray him. Abe, if all went well, should suddenly feel an acute, momentary burn on his lower back as though he’d just been scorched by a lit cigarette.
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Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on Mar 11, 2009 11:10:18 GMT 1
What was Jack even blathering on about? She sounded annoyed about something, but that was hardly a novelty and Abe had learned long ago to tune her out for his own sanity. The noise she made as his fingers traced the nape of her neck was satisfying though and had the added bonus of her not talking any more. Abe gave a triumphant grin, yeah, he still had it. He looked at Silas over the top of her head, his smug grin still fixed firmly in place.
Abe had never competed with Silas for a girl before, mainly because Silas pretty much employed them all for his entertainment anyway, but this was almost more fun. Maybe it was cheating that he already knew Jacaranda and had plenty of experience in what made her squirm, but Abe didn’t care. As far he was concerned Silas had the added advantage that, despite Jack’s icy exterior, she didn’t actually hate his guts. Abe wasn’t nearly so lucky in that respect and it was likely only copious amounts of alcohol that had saved him from a couple of nasty hexes already.
Then the drinks arrived, perfect timing. Really the evening couldn’t get any better, he had booze and he was winning. Abe greedily accepted the drink from the waitress and had the glass half way to his lips when it was snatched from his hand. He’d forgotten Jacaranda had an annoying habit of doing that. ”Leave the bottle.” He told the waitress. Even if she stole every drink he poured she’d probably pass out before he emptied the bottle. Either way Abe would eventually get his hands on booze. Free, on the house booze.
Or not.
He shot Silas a dirty look. Actually trying to make him pay his tab. Madness! This was why Abe had hotfooted it out of accounting as soon as he got the chance, sorting out people’s accounts caused no end of trouble. Trouble like actually trying to make people pay the money they owed. And the kind of people his father’s firm dealt with usually sorted out trouble by breaking fingers and leaving thestral heads in other people’s beds. Abe grumbled under his breath, reaching for the whiskey bottle and pouring himself a double… well more like triple really. Not his fault, manoeuvring without causing Jacaranda to slip off the bench was hard work.
”Holy fucking OW!” Had he said that out loud? More like yelped, his voice had cracked and gone impossibly high. And he’d jumped about a foot in the air, sloshing a good portion of his drink over his lap. ”Merlin’s Balls.” Abe cursed, slipping his arm from around Jacaranda’s shoulders to twist and try and examine his hip. ”Shit!” What the hell had just happened? It had felt like a sudden intense burning on his lower back, but there was no sign of anything that could have caused it. Perhaps it had been a trapped nerve. Too long sitting in that uncomfortable desk chair of his. He should probably get on to Minerva about getting him one of those fancy ergonomic ones. [/font]
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Post by Jacaranda Mulciber on Mar 11, 2009 13:52:36 GMT 1
Abe paying his tab? Now that would make her happy. No doubt Abe could drive Scores out of business with his credit if he put his mind to it, or rather his liver. Abe could certainly put away his drink, but more importantly he was very comfy pillow. Her brain was starting to get overly fuzzy, but the mention of money woke her up a little. Silas had numbers he wasn’t giving her. She pursed her lips. “I ‘sume I’ll be seeing this money? I can’t explain all the… unascertained deviances in your finances if you hold out on me, Mister Silas.” She seemed quite proud at her vocabulary and petted Abe’s knee to congratulate herself.
Of course Abe couldn’t just be perfect for a while and hold still, he had to yelp and ruin her nice little setup. Squeaking at his sudden movement and shooting him a hateful glare, she escaped as he released her hold and slid across the leather until she was practically sat in Silas’s lap. She ducked under his arm, resting her cheek on his chest. Ooh, not as comfy as lounging on Abe, but she definitely didn’t disapprove of the feel of Silas’s arm curving around her back. The suits hid a lot of things, and those biceps were something she’d like to see with her own eyes. Apparently Silas Rosier had a lot to offer wrapped up in that suave wrapping paper.
Abe forgotten, Jacaranda shuffled around to find the most perfect way to cling to her boss. Upon discovering a nice little niche, she decided Silas was entirely too clothed and loosened his tie with numb and fumbling fingers. She was starting to get sleepy and the warmth of Silas seeping through the well-pressed jacket wasn’t helping matters. She had to admit, though, Abe did smell more comforting. Silas was a mixture of expensive cologne, cigarettes and alcohol with some coffee thrown into the mix. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, though it was a strange combination. Shrugging, she snuggled closer, slipping her arm across his torso and under the jacket to hug his ribs. Abe might have shaken her off, but Silas was not getting away so easily.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 12, 2009 6:19:28 GMT 1
There was just something inherently amusing about Abe getting hurt. Silas could see Adrian’s logic behind smashing him in the face. The sudden falsetto pitch, funny little jump and incredibly British accented swearing was all rather entertaining to watch and he had to restrain himself from cracking into laughter. It would be entirely too obvious he had been behind it then which was counterproductive at best. Still, he could settle with a cocked eyebrow and an amused ”Christ Abe, what bit ya?”
Even if Jac had of just sat up off Abe it would have been satisfactory, but she did him one better. Silas put the drink back on the table and set his wand back in its proper position not a second too soon, as Jac was quickly throwing her legs over his and nuzzling into his chest. Mission accomplished, he thought, leaning back contentedly and drawing his arm tighter around her body. She smelled strongly of beer as was to be expected, but judging by the mild floral scent she had also washed her hair that morning or at the very least used an interesting hairspray. Having her hair out did wonders for her face; her usual bun looked downright painful.
It was a really bad message for anyone wanting to argue that violence was never the answer; in this case, it just worked entirely too well. There was nothing wrong with shooting yourself in the foot over the starting line as long as you also made a point to shoot the other man in the back before he got too far. Silas nodded down at the mass of split whiskey on Abe’s pants. ”I’d clean that up if I were you,” he suggested with a self-satisfied smirk. Yes, please go away before you get worse than a cigarette burn.
It didn’t take long for the hand supporting Jac’s leg to start massaging her thigh and drift slowly further downwards as she began playing with his tie and slipping her hand into his jacket.
Silas inwardly cursed himself for not having drank more at Ed’s. He’d been hoping to finish up at Scores but now that was highly unlikely as trying to grab his drink again wasn’t worth the risk of Jacaranda coming to her senses and snatching it as she was wont to do. Despite being diluted by the wine it still had a lot more alcohol content than of one of Abe’s whiskey glasses and Jac had consumed absolutely more than enough for one night. A drunken Jack had her uses but that ran out the second she flopped unconscious into an alcohol-fuelled stupor. To keep his itching hand entertained he started idly stroking the ribs beneath her upper arm with his thumb. There wasn’t much more that could be done with Abe still around, so if he could kindly piss off that would be fantastic, Silas mentally griped.
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Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on Mar 12, 2009 14:23:43 GMT 1
Luck was a fickle mistress indeed and it seemed not only had her favour veered sharply in Silas’s direction, but she’d changed her first name to bad and slapped Abe in the face with a not so nice parting gift. He let out a miserable little huff, his expression darkening as Jacaranda detached herself from his side and made short work of snuggling up against Silas. It wasn’t fair. In a perfect world she would have been fawning over him to make sure Abe was alright, then they would kiss (with more to follow) and perhaps as an added bonus Silas’s stupid poofy hair would spontaneously combust.
Reality wasn’t even remotely close to that fantasy. He had perfectly good whiskey soaking into his trousers and Silas was looking irritatingly smug, no doubt because Jac had attached herself to his side like a limpet. Just what was she doing to his tie? Abe muttered something that might have been ’traitorous slut’, but whatever the exact meaning had been was lost under a muttered tirade of swear words, which only increased in ferocity as she spotted Jack’s hand slipping beneath Silas’s jacket.
Abe didn’t dignify Silas’s amused question with an answer. It wasn’t like he could explain it had felt like somebody put a cigarette out on his butt without one of the two of them bursting out laughing. He did stand though as Silas drew attention to the growing wet patch handily placed right over his crotch. He was hardly going to have any success enticing Jacaranda back to his lap if he looked like he’d just wet himself. Of course he wasn’t going to have any luck with that if Silas was still at the booth being consistently rugged and handsome.
”Yes,” He agreed sourly, rubbing one hand over his damp thigh with a scowl. ”I’ll just go do that. You two kids have fun now.” He had to get Silas away from her before they started shagging in public. Abe pulled out his wand, a quick spell dried and cleaned his trousers with no trouble before he reached the bottom of the stairs that led into the main area of the club. He already had a reputation as a bit of a drunk, he didn’t need everyone to think he had no bladder control as well.
Now he just needed a plan that would keep Silas thoroughly distracted. Setting a fire to the bathroom might work, but would also get him banned from scores and quite possibly arrested by the ministry too. No, he wanted something that involved less wanton destruction of property and preferably something that couldn’t be traced back to Abe so Silas wouldn’t decide to do a repeat performance of that finger breaking curse on him.
Looking around for inspiration Abe’s gaze fell upon the bouncer standing by the door. Abe knew he was one of the bouncers and not a vaguely person shaped brick wall because he was wearing a suit. While muscle wasn’t exactly a requirement for the job in the magical community it certainly seemed to help keep people in line. Causing trouble often seemed like a much stupider idea when there was somebody around who could squish you like a bug.
”I say, sir!” Abe approached the bouncer and grabbed his lapels, going for pleading desperation. The bouncer looked down ever so slowly at Abe’s hands on his jacket and he let go sharpish, smoothing the fabric out. ”You have to help me!” He gestured wildly in the direction of the back door which served as a fire escape. ”There’s a suspicious looking man lurking around outside. He’s wearing a hat and a leather coat, all very outdated, and I think he wants to mug me!”
The bouncer blinked and eventually seemed to decide that Abe looked exactly like the type of man who’d get mugged. He might have been slightly insulted if that hadn’t been exactly what he was aiming for. “You wait here.“ The bouncer rumbled and lumbered off through the club. Abe was fairly certain Silas wouldn’t want Dacian hanging around outside his club, vampires eating patrons and workers was generally bad for business, and would have given a description to all the bouncers. He just hoped he’d said enough, how many people actually wore a stetson and a full length leather coat? [/font]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 17, 2009 10:47:59 GMT 1
Annnd, Abraham out. Brilliant. Silas was fairly sure that made him the night’s victor. Bit of a waste of money as far as the liquor was concerned, but it wasn’t as though whiskey expired a few hours after opening a bottle. There was still time to finish Abe’s stuff off tomorrow. There was nothing more to do now except enjoy his ‘prize’ as it were, and Silas was quite happy to start getting more daring with the placement of his hands as much as Jacaranda allowed him.
The fun didn’t last; it was barely a couple of minutes before one of the bouncers was striding over. Silas gave the tank of a man a murderous glower in attempt to get him to walk back off and deal with whatever problem there was on his own, but the man didn’t stop. Shit, that meant it had to important. Silas should have realised he wasn’t lucky enough to catch a break between fighting vampires, rescuing kidnapped staff members, extorting ex-aurors and ruining Ed’s relationships. Jesus, couldn’t he have one fucking night to himself these days? Life was harsh.
”Sir? The vamp’s outside. Ya told us ta tell ya if ‘e showed up?”
”Ohhh, you have got to be shitting me,” Silas spat with a definite hint of incredulousness at Dacian’s timing. Goddamnit. How was he even walking around so soon after their last incident? He was sure the sunlight charm would have put the vampire out of action a little longer but it seemed he’d underestimated the healing powers of the 600 year old bloodsucker. Misjudging something was not something Silas took well to. Next time he’d just have to double the damage to make sure the bastard stayed down.
Fuck he hated difficult choices. Sex or violence with a possible shot at murder? Both had associated perks, but Dacian had the potential to cause a lot of trouble very quickly if he wasn’t dealt with. That and he could tell by the way his face was screwing up and the rising boil of anger in his stomach he wasn’t going to be at peace until Dacian was dealt with.
Detaching himself from Jacaranda was easier in concept than practice. Limpet was right. The woman might as well have grown suckers. ”Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back,” he insisted firmly. Leaving her was a bitch but bodies showing up behind the club would attract official Ministry types sniffing around and conducting investigations which were both bad for business and Silas’s attempt to keep a relatively low profile as far as being linked to murders was concerned.
”Do you know where he is?” Silas snapped quickly, leading the way down the stairs and fixing his tie, expression clearly aggravated. Ideas of what to do with Dacian when he found him were already crossing his mind. Ideally he’d be turning him into a macabre walking voodoo doll. Stakes were not exempt from Gamps Elemental Laws of Transfiguration, no-sir-ee.
”Bloke said ‘e was out the fire exit,” the bouncer responded, quickly following.
Poorly lit. Clear access. Little security. Silas absolutely wouldn’t put it past Dacian to start dumping corpses near there to screw him over. Fucking prick.
... Or set a trap for that matter. As that thought came to mind Silas stopped walking down the stairs so abruptly the bouncer almost collided with him. Dacian had shown absolutely no cunning so far but if he wanted to deliberately lure him outside for a very one sided confrontation that was a decent place to stage it. Dacian as a pincushion could wait until the war was fought with the odds skewered in Silas’s direction, not the other way around. Better not go out personally then. No sense playing into his hands.
”Sir?”
”Nothing,” Silas contended sharply before continuing his way down the stairs and then towards the Fire Exit. He ended up whisking past Abe without even seeing him. ”Set Marcus, Davies and James to guard the back exits. If Dawson is on the VIP shifts get him out of there now to join them. Buddy system. Get them paired up into two groups patrolling the back and tell Marie to ask anyone that comes in if they saw anything. After that get some more lights up outside and keep tabs on everyone. I’ll set up some more security charms.”
”Shit, that bad is it?”
”Absolutely. Why are you still here? Go.”
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Post by Jacaranda Mulciber on Mar 17, 2009 20:54:40 GMT 1
Abe who? Ah well, whoever he was, he probably wasn’t important. Oh Mister Silas Rosier, where have you been hiding those hands? Jack made some very appreciative noises and was fairly sure that if she nuzzled any closer, she’d be becoming one with her employer’s chest. Who cared if he smelt a little too much like strong liquor, his hand on her thigh completely made up for it.
She was oblivious to Abe leaving, only interested in the rumble of Silas’s voice against her cheek. If she’d known that Abe leaving had been the cue for more of Silas’s delicious attention, she would have hexed his nose off rather than wasting precious time trying to choose between the two. Now subject to Silas’s expert touch, there was no contest. Drink made Jack a little single-minded to say the least.
It was a good job she couldn’t hear Silas’s thoughts, else she’d manage to find the sense to be outraged at the loss of some whiskey being a waste of money compared to having her exclusive attentions. Those hands were getting daring, and she showed her appreciation by lifting her head and nibbling at his ear. She might have tried for his cheek, but that manly stubble while very aesthetic was not conducive to comfortable kissing.
The mood was broken quite abruptly with Silas verbally snapping something Jack didn’t have the concentration to decipher. She leaned away just enough to blurrily focus on the new pillar that seemed to be the object of Silas’s annoyance. Suddenly appearing construction supports were a little odd, though hardly worth distracting himself from her. She grumbled at it, and then when it appeared to speak, she glared. Not a pillar then, a bouncer. She looked around for her wand but it was out of reach. Drat, she had a really good curse in mind too.
To add insult to injury, whatever it was the bouncer had to say actually prompted Silas to get up. She clung on desperately, but the alcohol in her system had weakened her motor function and she was left to sit on her own in the booth. She pouted, watching Silas go with her arms crossed like a spoilt child who’d just had her favourite candy taken away.
Stay here? Not likely. She leaned down to grope for her shoes, but her hand fell short and she only succeeded in flopping over to lie on the leather seat. With a huff, she grumbled under her breath. She reached for her shoes a few more times then gave up, the drink settling down in a fuzzy cloud over her brain. Maybe she should just rest until Silas came back, then she could tell him off for leaving her. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and arranged herself comfortably. By the time Abe’s shadow fell over her, she was fast asleep.
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Post by Abraham Grey on Mar 19, 2009 23:19:49 GMT 1
It all went far smoother than Abe could ever have hoped for. The bouncer had believed him and gone to find Silas, his footsteps likely having the effect of mini earthquakes to the surrounding patrons. Abe followed at a safe distance, positioning himself at the foot of the stairs to wait where he could see at least a glimpse of the exchange and he’d easily be able to make his way up to claim is prize once Silas was thoroughly diverted.
Silas got up and made his way over, saying something to the bouncer though Abe couldn’t hear what over the thump of the music. It didn’t matter, it would just be generic vampire related threats, it hadn’t exactly escaped Abe’s notice that Silas wasn’t fond of Dacian. That was why he was the perfect distraction. As soon as Silas past him he bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time and feeling in good spirits. Victory was seconds away and the prize was a good shag.
His face fell as soon as he caught sight of Jacaranda fast asleep on the bench. That was so unfair! She wasn’t playing by the rules. Jac had as good as promised them sex, but instead he got her passed out with the potential for vomit to clean up and good chance that she’d hex him to make her feel better when the hangover kicked in. Abe pouted and crossed his arms. ”Jac!” He said, leaning in and talking perhaps a little too loudly in the hopes of making her stir.
At this rate Silas would be back with grand tales to tell about killing a vampire (it would be just his luck if Dacian had actually shown up to cause trouble) and he’d be left looking a fool with the unconscious girl. It really didn’t say much for his technique that she appeared to have passed out on his watch. Perhaps he had time to rearrange her so she looked like she was draped over him, but that had the unfortunate risk of her throwing up on him, not something he was willing to risk. He may be scruffy, but he liked these robes. Besides Abe didn’t cheat and he was far too honourable to manhandle a sleeping lady. [/font]
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