Elfish Errors and Vampiric Virtues.

Bug screwed up her face, flexing her neck and wriggling her nose, trying discreetly to ease the itch at her ear. The woolly hat had not proved a good idea; in the overheated hospital it just made her head amazingly sweaty, which was gross.

"Take it off; no one here will notice your ears. To be honest even if they do it's not as if they'll care. That's why so many of us work here, it's all very laissez-faire!" George glanced carefully round the canteen, as he sipped his vending machine vegetable soup, just to check. Well, you never really knew.

"Can't." Bug pulled a face. "The hair went wrong."

"Oh, how bad can it be? Everyone has a bad hair day now and again. Trust me, no one will notice." Looking over the top of his wire famed specs, he smiled a sweetly open nerdy smile.

Bug returned a weaker version, plainly unconvinced. She liked George, for a werewolf he was very kind and gentle. "No, I really can't." She sighed, visibly drooping. "I ditched the brown dye, it always covered the green really well, but I fancied a change, went for blonde." She slumped a bit more. "You know, they're supposed to have more fun?" She lifted the front of the tight fitting cap just enough for George to see the greenly iridescent glow.

"Bejesus woman! What in the name O' God is wrong wid ya hair?" From nowhere, Mitchell flung himself abruptly down into the plastic canteen chair next to George.

Bug pulled the cap back down over her spectacular locks, scowled at the rangy Irish Vampire and muttered. "See what I mean?"

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't count, he's a Vampire." George said, waving a dismissive hand in Mitchell's direction.

"I'm pretty sure my friend, that's some sorta prejudice ya have there, and most likely actually illegal. I could probably getchya arrested." Mitchell winked at Bug, who ignored him.

"I'm going George. I'll see you at the Hope circle this weekend?" She stood, sweeping up empty acorn shells from the table into her sandwich box.

"Oh, yes…yes I'll definitely be there." He tried to sound casual, but just came out a little too eager.

Bug hefted her backpack over her shoulder, refusing to even look at libidinous Vampire, saying rather pointedly, "Bye George."

"Bye darlin'" Mitchell tossed her a knowing, knee weakening grin.

When she was out of ear shot George rounded on his Vampire housemate. "Why do you do that? She's a really nice girl!"

"Oh, aye she's cute alright." Whirling the contents of his plastic cup, he inclined his head. "I think those ears are veeeeery sexy, and all that lovely forest green hair. Wouldn't just kill to see that on yer lap? Oh, yea that'd do for me…" He raised an eyebrow; a slightly distant look in his eyes. Then…it was gone. "Ah, but she's so damn precious about the whole Pixie thing." He rejected whatever idea was in his head, and gulped the dubious brown liquid in his cup.

"She's not Pixie, she's Elf. Her Father was half Pixie, hence the hair, but her mother, her mother was full Elf. Makes her Elf." George was a stickler for the correct identification of species. It was always important to know who you were dealing with.

"Well, whatever she is, she's not human." Mitchell sniffed the air for a moment. "Though I will say…" he inhale her scent again with a interested chuckle. "She does smell…inviting" He smile was pure wickedness.

"Oh, no you don't. Her blood is like poison to a Vampire. She's well out of bounds." George was pleased. Bug would escape the amorous attentions of a Vampiric kind.

"Who said blood would be involved?" Mitchell sat back. "There's other things a Vampire and a Pixie can do." Mitchell watched with interest as the pertly rounded Pixie/Elfish bottom swayed out of the canteen doors.

"Elf, you moron. She's an Elf!" George rolled his eyes and gave up.