I was lightly humming, hands holding the mixer firmly. With a bright smile at the males, I poured the mixed concoction between two martini glasses. The mixer gave a light thump as I shoved a straw in one.

"Enjoy." The tone was utterly sarcastic and not nearly as sweet as the smile and words suggested.

"Thank you, Fae," Godric says with that kind tone and a smile.

My sarcasm melted into a true smile at the male, eyes softening toward him. He looked to the drink lifting it to tentively sip it. The other male lifted his. This was the one I was avoiding, quite openly even. I'd changed into something Eric had found in the room with clothes for Pam and the dancers.

I was working on a fast drunk. My cup was an endless thing in deed. The leather skirt and lace top fit well, hair fluffed out from the crap brush I'd used.

This male, the one from Missouri wasn't the King. But I didn't trust a hair of him. Those dark eyes kept me in constant watch. His hair was cut short, combed to the side. He looked like the Republican poster boy. He was still a large man, tall and strongly built.

His large hand engulfed his glass as he lifted it to test the concoction. It was one I'd learned from my 'father'. I was more than happy to make it for Godric. That's a fellow I liked. I watched him a bit curiously from time to time. Song in mind, my hips shifted from side to side in a small dance. My hands busied with cleaning the mixer.

"This is a rather great concoction," the Missouri delegate speaks up.

Godric had taken a few large sips of his own, flashing that 'smile' at me. I grinned at Godric, not giving word to the other man. The cleaned mixer was set to the side, swiping up my own glass again to take a hearty drink.

The Queen sat on the couch, lounging as she looked to the bar. Eric sat near her, stiff as he looked on. Godric stepped away, moving back to join the vampires sitting at the couches. He sat near Eric.

"She doesn't have Hep V," the queen whispers. The sound would not be audible to the delegate, but the two around her.

"No," Eric utters, frowning.

"Perhaps you would tell me your name," the delegate pushes, smirking as he leaned heavily on the bar.

Bright eyes flashed to his cheeks, pointedly not meeting the man's eyes. Blond hair fell across them shortly after with a turn of the head.

"Yours first," I huff, lips pursed at the attention.

"She is pretty," the queen says in a bit of a louder tone. This was meant for the vampires to hear.

The vampire across from me smiled, it would have been charming, had it not been for the fangs. He'd yet to put them up since I arrived. My arms snapped up to cross as I shot a frown at the man.

"Bulshauv. Thomas Bulshauv."

My chin gives a jerk in acknowledgement. But the set of my jaw said I wouldn't speak. After a long tense silence between us, those eyes seemed to narrow a bit. Oddly that smile remained.

"You don't sound southern," he pushes after a bit. "Are you from here?"

My eyes rolled, giving a flick of my head as I turned away from him to fill my glass again. I could see him in the mirror over the liquor as I mixed.

"Yes, originally."

He lets out a hum, sipping his glass as I turn back, moving a bit toward the end of the bar and from him. Those eyes remained on me. A loud huff left me as he moved to stand before me where I leaned on the bar.

"Look," I finally snap at him. "You're not my type, nor will you ever be. No matter how flattering you are."

"Ooh," a purr suddenly comes from my side. A dainty hand brushing along my cheek. "One batting for her own team."

My eyes slid to the hips pressing against mine. I admit. She was a very pleasing sight. Had she been human, were even, she would have been my type. With a deft hand, I placed my glass down, looking over the structure of my jaw and cheek bones. A coy grin pulled, eyes dancing as my own hand brushed her cheek in a light curl of fingers.

"Oh," I purr back, leaning a bit in. "I bat for any team that pleases me." A sad sigh left, dropping back from her to lay against the bar again. A disappointed look flicked over her with a light tsk. "I only date those in my own age group."

She frowned, hand snapping to latch onto the hair at the back of my head. She tilted me forward to brush noses.

"Are you saying no to me?"

I smirked, looking right in her eyes. "Wouldn't be the first person, let alone vampire, that I've turned down. I'm very picky, you see."

She did laugh at that, letting me go to coolly strut back to her seat. Her glass was lifted again as she glanced to Eric.

"And where did you find this little gem?"

Eric gave a bit of a smirk, looking to his Queen. "She happened to walk into my establishment."

I grinned cockily leaning on the bar toward them. "With the temptation of a fantastic paycheck and stylist aid from his progeny."

She looked to me, as if thinking something very cunning. Then she spoke up again.

"What is your blood type, dear?"

My brow arched up, flicking hair from my eyes. My stance shifted to defensive, eyes flicking over the area to take in the total number in the room.

"Never bothered to find out," I speak up.

She shifted to lounge back again, ever regal. "You've never given blood? It's a noble charity. According to the Red Cross." Her eyes flicked over my face. "I thought you the type."

I laugh a bit, lifting my glass to her. "Then call me stingy." I took a hearty sip of liquor, humming anew as I moved further down the bar again, keeping the male further from me. He knew it. Everyone knew it.

"She has an attitude," the Queen admits, grinning a bit at her glass. "I think it rather fitting for you, Eric. Do you plan to bed her?"

I snort, shooting them all a scathing look. Eyes falling lastly on Eric in a challenging glare. He looked right back, smirking as cockily as ever. Thomas Bulshauv moved away finally to sit in his previous seat.

"Fae."

My head turned back to look at Eric, pulled from the distraction of the tray with fruit for drinks. He gave a silent hand motion. A loud huffy sigh escaped as I looked at him. One blond brow shot up as if to finalize the command. My lips pouted before I downed my drink in a jerk. The glass was left empty as I strode across the floor on bare feet to Eric. I came very near to touching the Missouri delegate as I slipped in the area.

My legs brushed Eric's knees as I looked expectantly at him. The attitude made it clear I didn't want to be there. I was verging on pissy, hungry and tired. It was a fluttering mass of blond and I was sat on his lap, hair half blinding me. Clearly I was used to the man handling. My legs were lightly touching Godric, back to the Queen. Eric's hand curled around my back to rest on my hip. The other was placed on my knee.

With a blow of air, my hair fell from my eyes a little. My eyes were aimed at Eric, clearly unimpressed. This seemed enough to turn conversation back to subject.

"So," the Queen speaks, looking from my foot to Thomas. "You mentioned something your King wanted in return." Here she gave a set look, testing. "Not a marriage?"

"We only wish to have open relations," Thomas says. He had to be one hell of a politician. "Marriage is unnecessary. The King is already married."

She hums, eyes flicking over the man. I decided this was all boring, leaning forward to pick at Eric's hair. It was something Pam did a lot. A very female thing to groom, but my attention was set, lips set in a firm line at the focus. I was trying to spike it up a bit instead of the smoothed down. I rather liked it messy on him, fit far better.

"So, what is it you wish?"

"There is something the King is missing."

My foot twitched, covering it by shifting in Eric's lap to better face him and tease at his hair. The hand on my knee slid up to rest on my thigh, hand at my hip tight.

"That would be?"

The delegate sighed, placing his glass down with drawn out slowness. With a dramatic pause, he leaned back with his legs crossed. Dark eyes flicked over the Queen.

"One of his sheriffs was found dead a short while back."

The Queen hummed, not really moved. "A sad thing."

He gave the same unfeeling sound. "He was with a human woman," he continues, looking at the nails on his hand. "This human had a daughter. The King cared for the girl, enough to worry when she vanished."

The Queen shifted forward, focus very set. "Now that, is a very sad thing. Vanished? Is she thought to have ended the sheriff?"

Thomas gave a small laugh and smile. "No. The girl idolized the man." He put both hands to the knee of the leg balanced up. "No. He took his own life. There is report that she came this way, to Louisiana. He wants her safely returned where he can care for her."

I gave a grin, leaning back from Eric to look over the little messy spikes. My hand on his arm lightly shook, eyes a little wide as I looked.

"That's all?" The Queen wasn't sure she should believe the luck. "Just a silly human?" Her attention turned to Eric, drawing his eyes to her. "Have you heard anything? What did she look like?"

Dark eyes fell to me. I slipped from Eric, lightly slipping around the Queen with muttered pardons.

"Blonde, fair skinned, very pretty."

My glass was swept up, slipping around the bar to fill again.

"Loved to drink."

"Sounds like a problem," Eric speaks up with a grin. "There are many of those in the area."

Thomas returned the grin, sly. "Oh, but she would stand out."

It was like an explosion. I let out a loud snarl of rage. I'm not even sure what really happened, suddenly cursing under my breath at the can for the RedBull.

"Fucking shit," I hiss, giving a flick of my hand to remove some of the liquid from it. The can had reacted like shaken up, bursting under pressure as I went to open it to add to my drink.

I was whirling, moving for the sink with the towel to clean the mess up. Clearly the can had offended me. I could feel the sticky crap all down my front. No forgiveness for this crap. My bra had taken the brunt of the spill as I tried to stem it off. That was clearly not a swell plan. One option now. No care was given to those in the room as I bent, pulling the top off and leaning into the sink.

There was a wet sound as the thing dropped into the sink. I turned the water on, wetting a rag to clean off with. A shadow was suddenly blocking out a deal of light over me. My eyes flicked up, wet rag lifted to wipe at my chest.

"Need some help with that?"

I blinked. I'd expected Eric. Not the Queen. Her finger nail brush along my collar bone to the hollow before slipping down to my cleavage. From there she gave a light tug at the bra.

"This is ruined."

With that, the thing snapped in the front. Last time I ever wear a front snapping bra. My arm shot up, crushing the bra in place.

"Thanks," I snip, sarcastic yet again. "But I'm a bit short on spares."

"You could come work for me," she purrs, eyes on my exposed flesh. "I can pay better. You'd be pampered. I'll show you fashion better than any hick."

A laugh left me. It wasn't sarcastic. No, it was an honest laugh as I looked honestly to her eyes. My eyes danced as they locked on her pretty set. The arm on my chest fell, exposing me to her. Those eyes flicked down, fangs snapping down. I was leaned over the bar where only she could see them from her angle.

"I rather like where I'm at." My eyes look over the shape of hers, slowly taking it in to allow her reason to look me over. "Eric grants me the freedoms I wish. Leaving me in a minimal amount of drama." My eyes flicked down, twisting the soaking shirt from the full sink. My eyes were on her as the water ran out. One swift movement had the shirt on without the bra. Lace, but it was thick to allow the hints instead of clear view. "I do thank you for the offer."

"Rather loyal, aren't you," she hums, talking around fangs as she let her eyes slide over me. I stepped back, moving toward the half empty can and my glass.

The can was dumped and I was lifting the glass to my mouth. "Pardon me while I finish getting trashed."

"Sunrise shall be coming soon."

Godric had spoken, looking up to me lightly dancing with my glass behind the bar. It wasn't anything eye catching, just mockingly waltzing. All rose, the Queen stepping from the bar.

"Ah, yes. Northman will continue delegations in my stead," she concludes, swinging up her purse. "I must be leaving then. Come visit with that lovely 'secretary' of yours, Eric."

"Later," I call with a cheery wave after her.

"Your Majesty."

She didn't even look back at Eric, sweeping out with her guards in tow. Thomas gently placed his glass on the bar before me. It startled me a bit, eyes narrowing to snap onto him. A charming smile was given as those eyes slid over me before looking back to Eric.

"Then I shall see you on the morrow. I would like to see this business in action."

"Of course, Bulshauv."

"Have a pleasant day," Godric speaks up as the second group leaves.

Soon as the door shut my shoulders slumped with a very loud sigh. A wet slop followed. Two sets of eyes slid to the sound. Wet flesh glistened as I resolutely strode past the two in just the skirt. No shame was given as I snatched up the first shirt I could reach.

"Well, let's head out."