Night 5 part 2
He motioned to a waiter and she could hear him order Ron and his guest the 'same' as he was having. That was almost like ordering them poison, she mused.
She laughed and placed her hand on top of his. There were so many things she liked about the man at her side, someday she would have to tell him. "You were mentioning that rag earlier. Do you think our photo has appeared in it yet? I'd like to kill the guy who took it."
She continued speaking, nerves did that to her. "I mean, how do you handle it? Everywhere you go people seem to know who you are. It still makes me very uncomfortable."
"He's sure to have been one of us, and a clan member, so you can't kill him, but I think they wouldn't mind too much if we tortured him." Sands settled into the back of the booth, running a hand through his hair. "When you get really thirsty, we can go mingle in the next room. They'll think we're playing the game, and you can make them forget you really drank from them."
He turned to look back at her. She could feel her insides tingle when he did that. It was as if she was the only person in the world and she had his complete attention. "Having people know who I am is a two-sided blade. It can work to my advantage at times. At others..." He shrugged. "Que sera, sera."
She nodded in understanding. "I guess it'll get a little getting use to." Her face lit up playfully. "Especially if I continue my association with you." Victoria leaned forward and kissed him softly savoring the moment.
As their lips drew apart again he tilted his head to the side. "If you continue your association with me?"
She raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. Victoria was still uncomfortable, in many ways years of abuse took their toll. She would work through it, the told herself, he was worth it. "Well, I haven't seen you in several days. I thought you might prefer your space."
He pouted a little at that. "Sometimes I do. But I needed to recover. It's too risky going out when you're not at 100%."
"I know," she gazed deeply into his eyes. "It's just that you make me feel alive, and I'd hate to loose that right now."
He graced her with a lop-sided grin. "I'd hate to lose that any time." He moved closer to her in the booth, putting his lips next to her ear. "I can still remember the shock of being turned. The realization that I'd lost everyone I ever loved, that they could never see me again. In the depth of that grief, I discovered the excitement of just being alive as a vampire, only as a vampire could be." His words were tinged with that enthusiasm. "I hadn't really lived before, I just thought I had."
Her eyes fluttered. She loved the sensation of his breath against her earlobe. "Perhaps you can help me to enjoy this life. I never really had the chance."
His hand reached up to gently touch her cheek as his lips moved even closer towards her earlobe. "Oh, yes," he said. He kissed her earlobe, then her neck, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. "I will help you." He kissed her mouth, pressing into her with his chest, his right thigh pressing against her left one.
A wave of happiness flowed through her body as his body pressed against hers. Victoria lifted one leg and set it over his. Her arms encircled his waist as she passionately returned his affection. When their lips parted, she tilted her head back to look into his eyes. "You know I think I am getting a little thirsty, and not for bourbon. You want to go dance?" she asked hopefully.
"I'm a terrible dancer," he told her, "but if it will make you happy, sure." He stood up, holding a crooked arm out to her. She slipped her arm through his and they headed back to the loud, main room of the club.
"Well, you could just watch me if you prefer," she suggested.
As they entered the main room, she noticed that it was a little more crowded than before. The humans were packing the dance floor in front of the large movie screen where the silent film, Nosferatu glowed behind them. "See anything that looks tasty?" she said as they sauntered forward.
"You," he replied softly, his gaze sliding toward her, then back to the crowd. "I am getting a bit of an appetite though. Do you want to do this as a pair?"
"Let's see how things go." She pulled on his hand and merged with the crowd on the dance floor. The music pumped and throbbed; resonating throughout her body it reminded her of a heartbeat. Slowly she began to sway, twisting her arms and rotating her hips to the beat of the music. Her eyes rose to meet Sands intense stare.
Victoria shut her eyes. Feeling the rhythm of the music, her body seemed to move unconsciously. She twisted and turned as the music crescendoed and then opened her eyes. There stood Sands in the middle of the dance floor as still as a statue. His dark eyes were fixed upon her motion and she felt the heat from his stare. Victoria casually glanced around to see the humans react. He was attracting some attention for the way he stood fixed as all around him seemed to spin and whirl. Her eyes fluttered and she wondered what was going on behind those dark eyes. She fought back the urge to pry, and instead slid up next to him, her lips hovering near his collar bone. "Is there something wrong?" she asked as the teasing movements of her body attracted attention from the males in close proximity.
"Wrong?" he said, his voice barely audible above the thumping beat of the music, despite the earplugs. He shrugged.
"Why aren't you dancing?" she asked the obvious.
His brows rose quizzically. "I'm here."
"You aren't moving." She demonstrated.
"I don't dance," he said, his eyes focusing somewhere down near her feet.
Was Sands' embarrassed? Her own mouth opened in surprise. "You don't dance?" He moved like a dancer, how could it be he didn't dance?
His head snapped up. "I don't dance."
There had to be a story behind this, she decided. She smiled. "I'd like to hear why? After all, you move beautifully." Still her body swayed to the beat.
His mouth twitched into what was almost a smile and he looked up at her from beneath a veil of dark lashes. "Some other time. I move," he lowered his mouth towards her ear, "like a vampire. That's all."
Victoria, enjoying the moment, decided to let the subject rest. "Shall we feed then?" She turned around, her back against his chest, her hips grinding into his as if the music prompted her to. Victoria's arms went up over her head and she arched her back into him. "See anything that looks promising?" Victoria continued scanning the floor looking for a likely target.
His fingers brushed her neck, pulling her hair gently back, then his lips followed, lightly touching the skin there, then kissing, following by the warm, wetness of his tongue. His other arm had mysteriously encircled her waist, holding her more firmly against himself. She looked as far to the side as the position allowed, but could only see his overly-moussed hair falling over his features.
At that moment, a human clumsily bumped into the two of them. He was a little drunk and flaying his arms wildly to the music. His vapid eyes turned to them, "Sorry mate," he half-heartedly mumbled. Victoria's body tensed and a low growl came from somewhere deep inside.
"It's okay," Sands' voice was in her ear. "Just one of the morsels." He used the arm around her waist to spin her around and hold her against himself, this time face to face. "Didn't you say you were hungry?"
Pressed against his body she felt safe, her body instantly relaxed. "Ravenous."
She could smell the absinthe on his breath and now, this close to him, she could see that his pupils were almost entirely dilated. He smiled into her eyes. "We have to play the game, my dear. Come with me."
Taking her hand, he put it to his lips, kissed the knuckles, then the top of her hand, then turning, tucked her arm into his and walked her towards one of the shadowy corners. Collections of couches were placed in conversation-pit style. Humans sat in pairs or larger groups, talking, drinking, pretending to be vampires. How delicious, she thought.
She laughed. Sands motioned her to a small group of darkly painted figures. The leader of this band had heavily painted eyes and wore a crucifix from a dog collar about his neck. As she and Sands approached, he bared his manufactured fangs. "What do we have here?" he asked as he directed the attention to the two of them.
Sands simply smiled, his eyes meeting those of the group's alpha male. Victoria could feel the excitement building inside of her. Sands was right, this would be fun.
"Can we join you?" she requested pleasantly in a Russian accent. Before receiving a reply she was already seating herself, wrapping her long leg in a luxurious manner around the large silken cushion.
The human with the dark eyes appeared intrigued. He leaned forward, pushing his long blacken hair behind one ear. "I am the vampire Luther," he stated, "and you are?" He arched an eyebrow rather dramatically.
Victoria smiled seductively, her senses heightened. She could smell her prey, could sense the interest in the others sitting beside Luther. "Natasha," she said, continuing in a Russian accent. "And this is..."
Sands cut her off. "Jonathan," he said, his face passive. Raising a questioning brow, he looked at the two women sitting beside Luther.
Luther smiled, confident that he was the one in charge. His eyes glanced towards the two women at his side. "This is Isabel," he indicated with a slight wave of his wrist, "And this is Magdalena." The two girls had their eyes fixed on Sands' beautiful face. Was he already working his charms? "They are my minions," Luther explained, obviously oblivious to Sands' effect on the two women.
Victoria leaned forward, attempting to look interested, fighting the urge to laugh. "Minions?" she questioned.
"You must be new here," Luther said. He watched as Sands tilted his head to one side and the two women beside Luther separated, allowing Sands a seat, which he smoothly took. Luther watched this, a baffled expression growing across his features.
Victoria reached for his face and gently cupped his chin. "Don't mind Jonathan, he has a way with the women." She looked directly into Luther's eyes, willing his attention to her. "Tell me more about your minions." He responded by inching closer to her.
The darkness hid a lot of what they were doing, but as Victoria looked past Luther, she could see Sands had wasted no time. His mouth was moving over Isabel's neck as Magdalena reached to stroke his back from behind, waiting her turn. It at once stimulated Victoria and made her jealous. There was only one solution, of course, and even as she reached to kiss Luther, she pictured what she would do with Sands once they got back to her apartment.
As her lips met Luther's, she could feel the desire rising within him. His hands reached out to embrace her and she allowed it. She allowed his lips to ravish her neck in the hurried fashion that men often follow. Her eyes focused once again on Sands, who had finished with Isabel and had moved on to Magdalena. Victoria ran her tongue along Luther's neck and slowly sunk her teeth into his skin. The sweet rush of warm blood ran across her tongue and she moaned. Luther, of course, thought it was due to his ministrations.
The young man's hand moved to cup her breast, pressing his body against hers, bringing a leg up to cover her knee. He still didn't seem to be conscious of the fact that she was drinking from him, and she pressed her will into him, telling him she was merely kissing him, role-playing, and that he was enjoying it. She did not allow her pleasure to flow into him. Not here. He might try to follow her home.
Drawing back, she smiled at him through half-lidded eyes. "That was very interesting Luther, you must tell me more," she purred and glanced over to Sands, whose eyes were once again boring into her. Luther nodded and she gently pushed him away from her. Taking his hand from her breast and placing it upon his own knee.
"Yes, Luther, tell me about it, too," Sands said, leaning past Isabel too look Luther in the eye.
Luther blinked and stared into Sands darkening expression. Victoria smiled a little more, awaiting his response.
"Minions follow me," Luther explained. "I control them."
"Oh, really?" Sands asked. Luther didn't seem to hear it, but Victoria caught something dangerous in Sands' tone. She reached past Luther and Isabel to touch Sands' arm. "Let him explain, darling," she asked in her fake Russian accent.
Luther had gone too far. The jealousy she'd felt watching Sands' lips on another women, had he felt it too, when Luther embraced her? Luther straighten his velvet jacket. "I drink a little of their blood and then they belong to me." His eyes shifted towards Victoria.
"Oh," Sands said, looking between Magdalena and Isabel. "You belong to him?"
"No, to you," Isabel said, her hand reaching to stroke his thigh.
"To you," Magdalena echoed, her hand reaching to push the hair back from his brow.
Sands looked a little confused as he turned back to Luther.
Victoria pursed her lips. Sands had enthralled them to prove a point. Luther stammered, "Isabel!" His eyes shot to the other girl. "Magadelena! We had an agreement!" Victoria reached out and turned Luther's face towards hers. For a moment her eyes looked past him to Sands. "Forget about them," she whispered.
The human didn't stand a chance. He looked into her eyes, his own glazing over, and she knew she had him.
"Well done," Sands said. He stood, again demonstrating how graceful he could be, and held out a hand to her. "Unless you're still famished, we can go back to the private club."
She placed her hand in his and allowed him to help her to her feet. She wrapped her arm around his and the two slipped away into the crowd leaving the three - Isabel, Magdalena and Luther - in a dreamy state. "He made you angry," she said casually.
"Stupidity always makes me angry," he said, then paused to look at her. "But not really angry, just more impatient. If I was really angry, I'd have killed him, or at least planned his death."
Victoria raised her eyebrows, "Really," she said questioningly. "Because I wanted to claw their eyes out."
He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "That's why I love you, Sugarbutt."
His words stopped her in her tracks. She reached out and cupped his face kissing him passionately. "We do suit each other, don't we?"
"As far as I can see," he told her, his eyes only millimeters from her own, "you are rather perfect. Not too tall. Not too wicked, but just enough." He grinned again.
She playfully slapped him. "I think I'll keep you then."
"Oh yes, please, keep me," he wiggled against her. "Have you heard that song, 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy,' or something like that? Well, I am your cow boy."
Again she slapped him. "What next?" she questioned. "Another drink? Music? See how your friend in the other room is doing?"
"Friend?" He frowned, pulled up his sleeve, and looked at his watch. "The band should be in soon. Let's go hear some music."
"Are they any good?" she questioned as they approached the private door. Once again the large man swept aside as Sands neared. When they entered the room, the vampire at the far end slunk down a little in his seat. "See, Agellon is happy to see you."
"Yeah," Sands said. "You've probably heard of the band, they're Deadsy." He ignored Agellon as they went to Sands' private table and retook their seats.
She raised her hand and the bar tendered looked up and nodded. Turning her attentions back to Sands she answered. "No, I don't think I've heard of them, I've been living in a cave you know."
He motioned to a waiter and she could hear him order Ron and his guest the 'same' as he was having. That was almost like ordering them poison, she mused.
She laughed and placed her hand on top of his. There were so many things she liked about the man at her side, someday she would have to tell him. "You were mentioning that rag earlier. Do you think our photo has appeared in it yet? I'd like to kill the guy who took it."
She continued speaking, nerves did that to her. "I mean, how do you handle it? Everywhere you go people seem to know who you are. It still makes me very uncomfortable."
"He's sure to have been one of us, and a clan member, so you can't kill him, but I think they wouldn't mind too much if we tortured him." Sands settled into the back of the booth, running a hand through his hair. "When you get really thirsty, we can go mingle in the next room. They'll think we're playing the game, and you can make them forget you really drank from them."
He turned to look back at her. She could feel her insides tingle when he did that. It was as if she was the only person in the world and she had his complete attention. "Having people know who I am is a two-sided blade. It can work to my advantage at times. At others..." He shrugged. "Que sera, sera."
She nodded in understanding. "I guess it'll get a little getting use to." Her face lit up playfully. "Especially if I continue my association with you." Victoria leaned forward and kissed him softly savoring the moment.
As their lips drew apart again he tilted his head to the side. "If you continue your association with me?"
She raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. Victoria was still uncomfortable, in many ways years of abuse took their toll. She would work through it, the told herself, he was worth it. "Well, I haven't seen you in several days. I thought you might prefer your space."
He pouted a little at that. "Sometimes I do. But I needed to recover. It's too risky going out when you're not at 100%."
"I know," she gazed deeply into his eyes. "It's just that you make me feel alive, and I'd hate to loose that right now."
He graced her with a lop-sided grin. "I'd hate to lose that any time." He moved closer to her in the booth, putting his lips next to her ear. "I can still remember the shock of being turned. The realization that I'd lost everyone I ever loved, that they could never see me again. In the depth of that grief, I discovered the excitement of just being alive as a vampire, only as a vampire could be." His words were tinged with that enthusiasm. "I hadn't really lived before, I just thought I had."
Her eyes fluttered. She loved the sensation of his breath against her earlobe. "Perhaps you can help me to enjoy this life. I never really had the chance."
His hand reached up to gently touch her cheek as his lips moved even closer towards her earlobe. "Oh, yes," he said. He kissed her earlobe, then her neck, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. "I will help you." He kissed her mouth, pressing into her with his chest, his right thigh pressing against her left one.
A wave of happiness flowed through her body as his body pressed against hers. Victoria lifted one leg and set it over his. Her arms encircled his waist as she passionately returned his affection. When their lips parted, she tilted her head back to look into his eyes. "You know I think I am getting a little thirsty, and not for bourbon. You want to go dance?" she asked hopefully.
"I'm a terrible dancer," he told her, "but if it will make you happy, sure." He stood up, holding a crooked arm out to her. She slipped her arm through his and they headed back to the loud, main room of the club.
"Well, you could just watch me if you prefer," she suggested.
As they entered the main room, she noticed that it was a little more crowded than before. The humans were packing the dance floor in front of the large movie screen where the silent film, Nosferatu glowed behind them. "See anything that looks tasty?" she said as they sauntered forward.
"You," he replied softly, his gaze sliding toward her, then back to the crowd. "I am getting a bit of an appetite though. Do you want to do this as a pair?"
"Let's see how things go." She pulled on his hand and merged with the crowd on the dance floor. The music pumped and throbbed; resonating throughout her body it reminded her of a heartbeat. Slowly she began to sway, twisting her arms and rotating her hips to the beat of the music. Her eyes rose to meet Sands intense stare.
Victoria shut her eyes. Feeling the rhythm of the music, her body seemed to move unconsciously. She twisted and turned as the music crescendoed and then opened her eyes. There stood Sands in the middle of the dance floor as still as a statue. His dark eyes were fixed upon her motion and she felt the heat from his stare. Victoria casually glanced around to see the humans react. He was attracting some attention for the way he stood fixed as all around him seemed to spin and whirl. Her eyes fluttered and she wondered what was going on behind those dark eyes. She fought back the urge to pry, and instead slid up next to him, her lips hovering near his collar bone. "Is there something wrong?" she asked as the teasing movements of her body attracted attention from the males in close proximity.
"Wrong?" he said, his voice barely audible above the thumping beat of the music, despite the earplugs. He shrugged.
"Why aren't you dancing?" she asked the obvious.
His brows rose quizzically. "I'm here."
"You aren't moving." She demonstrated.
"I don't dance," he said, his eyes focusing somewhere down near her feet.
Was Sands' embarrassed? Her own mouth opened in surprise. "You don't dance?" He moved like a dancer, how could it be he didn't dance?
His head snapped up. "I don't dance."
There had to be a story behind this, she decided. She smiled. "I'd like to hear why? After all, you move beautifully." Still her body swayed to the beat.
His mouth twitched into what was almost a smile and he looked up at her from beneath a veil of dark lashes. "Some other time. I move," he lowered his mouth towards her ear, "like a vampire. That's all."
Victoria, enjoying the moment, decided to let the subject rest. "Shall we feed then?" She turned around, her back against his chest, her hips grinding into his as if the music prompted her to. Victoria's arms went up over her head and she arched her back into him. "See anything that looks promising?" Victoria continued scanning the floor looking for a likely target.
His fingers brushed her neck, pulling her hair gently back, then his lips followed, lightly touching the skin there, then kissing, following by the warm, wetness of his tongue. His other arm had mysteriously encircled her waist, holding her more firmly against himself. She looked as far to the side as the position allowed, but could only see his overly-moussed hair falling over his features.
At that moment, a human clumsily bumped into the two of them. He was a little drunk and flaying his arms wildly to the music. His vapid eyes turned to them, "Sorry mate," he half-heartedly mumbled. Victoria's body tensed and a low growl came from somewhere deep inside.
"It's okay," Sands' voice was in her ear. "Just one of the morsels." He used the arm around her waist to spin her around and hold her against himself, this time face to face. "Didn't you say you were hungry?"
Pressed against his body she felt safe, her body instantly relaxed. "Ravenous."
She could smell the absinthe on his breath and now, this close to him, she could see that his pupils were almost entirely dilated. He smiled into her eyes. "We have to play the game, my dear. Come with me."
Taking her hand, he put it to his lips, kissed the knuckles, then the top of her hand, then turning, tucked her arm into his and walked her towards one of the shadowy corners. Collections of couches were placed in conversation-pit style. Humans sat in pairs or larger groups, talking, drinking, pretending to be vampires. How delicious, she thought.
She laughed. Sands motioned her to a small group of darkly painted figures. The leader of this band had heavily painted eyes and wore a crucifix from a dog collar about his neck. As she and Sands approached, he bared his manufactured fangs. "What do we have here?" he asked as he directed the attention to the two of them.
Sands simply smiled, his eyes meeting those of the group's alpha male. Victoria could feel the excitement building inside of her. Sands was right, this would be fun.
"Can we join you?" she requested pleasantly in a Russian accent. Before receiving a reply she was already seating herself, wrapping her long leg in a luxurious manner around the large silken cushion.
The human with the dark eyes appeared intrigued. He leaned forward, pushing his long blacken hair behind one ear. "I am the vampire Luther," he stated, "and you are?" He arched an eyebrow rather dramatically.
Victoria smiled seductively, her senses heightened. She could smell her prey, could sense the interest in the others sitting beside Luther. "Natasha," she said, continuing in a Russian accent. "And this is..."
Sands cut her off. "Jonathan," he said, his face passive. Raising a questioning brow, he looked at the two women sitting beside Luther.
Luther smiled, confident that he was the one in charge. His eyes glanced towards the two women at his side. "This is Isabel," he indicated with a slight wave of his wrist, "And this is Magdalena." The two girls had their eyes fixed on Sands' beautiful face. Was he already working his charms? "They are my minions," Luther explained, obviously oblivious to Sands' effect on the two women.
Victoria leaned forward, attempting to look interested, fighting the urge to laugh. "Minions?" she questioned.
"You must be new here," Luther said. He watched as Sands tilted his head to one side and the two women beside Luther separated, allowing Sands a seat, which he smoothly took. Luther watched this, a baffled expression growing across his features.
Victoria reached for his face and gently cupped his chin. "Don't mind Jonathan, he has a way with the women." She looked directly into Luther's eyes, willing his attention to her. "Tell me more about your minions." He responded by inching closer to her.
The darkness hid a lot of what they were doing, but as Victoria looked past Luther, she could see Sands had wasted no time. His mouth was moving over Isabel's neck as Magdalena reached to stroke his back from behind, waiting her turn. It at once stimulated Victoria and made her jealous. There was only one solution, of course, and even as she reached to kiss Luther, she pictured what she would do with Sands once they got back to her apartment.
As her lips met Luther's, she could feel the desire rising within him. His hands reached out to embrace her and she allowed it. She allowed his lips to ravish her neck in the hurried fashion that men often follow. Her eyes focused once again on Sands, who had finished with Isabel and had moved on to Magdalena. Victoria ran her tongue along Luther's neck and slowly sunk her teeth into his skin. The sweet rush of warm blood ran across her tongue and she moaned. Luther, of course, thought it was due to his ministrations.
The young man's hand moved to cup her breast, pressing his body against hers, bringing a leg up to cover her knee. He still didn't seem to be conscious of the fact that she was drinking from him, and she pressed her will into him, telling him she was merely kissing him, role-playing, and that he was enjoying it. She did not allow her pleasure to flow into him. Not here. He might try to follow her home.
Drawing back, she smiled at him through half-lidded eyes. "That was very interesting Luther, you must tell me more," she purred and glanced over to Sands, whose eyes were once again boring into her. Luther nodded and she gently pushed him away from her. Taking his hand from her breast and placing it upon his own knee.
"Yes, Luther, tell me about it, too," Sands said, leaning past Isabel too look Luther in the eye.
Luther blinked and stared into Sands darkening expression. Victoria smiled a little more, awaiting his response.
"Minions follow me," Luther explained. "I control them."
"Oh, really?" Sands asked. Luther didn't seem to hear it, but Victoria caught something dangerous in Sands' tone. She reached past Luther and Isabel to touch Sands' arm. "Let him explain, darling," she asked in her fake Russian accent.
Luther had gone too far. The jealousy she'd felt watching Sands' lips on another women, had he felt it too, when Luther embraced her? Luther straighten his velvet jacket. "I drink a little of their blood and then they belong to me." His eyes shifted towards Victoria.
"Oh," Sands said, looking between Magdalena and Isabel. "You belong to him?"
"No, to you," Isabel said, her hand reaching to stroke his thigh.
"To you," Magdalena echoed, her hand reaching to push the hair back from his brow.
Sands looked a little confused as he turned back to Luther.
Victoria pursed her lips. Sands had enthralled them to prove a point. Luther stammered, "Isabel!" His eyes shot to the other girl. "Magadelena! We had an agreement!" Victoria reached out and turned Luther's face towards hers. For a moment her eyes looked past him to Sands. "Forget about them," she whispered.
The human didn't stand a chance. He looked into her eyes, his own glazing over, and she knew she had him.
"Well done," Sands said. He stood, again demonstrating how graceful he could be, and held out a hand to her. "Unless you're still famished, we can go back to the private club."
She placed her hand in his and allowed him to help her to her feet. She wrapped her arm around his and the two slipped away into the crowd leaving the three - Isabel, Magdalena and Luther - in a dreamy state. "He made you angry," she said casually.
"Stupidity always makes me angry," he said, then paused to look at her. "But not really angry, just more impatient. If I was really angry, I'd have killed him, or at least planned his death."
Victoria raised her eyebrows, "Really," she said questioningly. "Because I wanted to claw their eyes out."
He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "That's why I love you, Sugarbutt."
His words stopped her in her tracks. She reached out and cupped his face kissing him passionately. "We do suit each other, don't we?"
"As far as I can see," he told her, his eyes only millimeters from her own, "you are rather perfect. Not too tall. Not too wicked, but just enough." He grinned again.
She playfully slapped him. "I think I'll keep you then."
"Oh yes, please, keep me," he wiggled against her. "Have you heard that song, 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy,' or something like that? Well, I am your cow boy."
Again she slapped him. "What next?" she questioned. "Another drink? Music? See how your friend in the other room is doing?"
"Friend?" He frowned, pulled up his sleeve, and looked at his watch. "The band should be in soon. Let's go hear some music."
"Are they any good?" she questioned as they approached the private door. Once again the large man swept aside as Sands neared. When they entered the room, the vampire at the far end slunk down a little in his seat. "See, Agellon is happy to see you."
"Yeah," Sands said. "You've probably heard of the band, they're Deadsy." He ignored Agellon as they went to Sands' private table and retook their seats.
She raised her hand and the bar tendered looked up and nodded. Turning her attentions back to Sands she answered. "No, I don't think I've heard of them, I've been living in a cave you know."