Thankfully there was a drain and hose in the basement; things Ginger happily told me after. Nor did it take her long at all. But she wanted something for it. So, I was rather annoyed on how to work this.

"Coming to check in," a male calls.

Two sets of steps headed toward us. Pam stood in her favored place behind Eric. I'd perched on the arm of his chair, hip and side leaning into him. My phone was out, all of us focused on it. Pam looked to the arrivals first.

Eric and I didn't look up yet. We were more focused on the image on the screen. He lifted a hand, finger sliding the screen.

"Passable."

"I don't know. It's actually flattering, but I'd hate to bother."

"Get it."

I scoff, slipping off the arm of the chair. The people had stopped shy of my table, waiting.

"You," I call back, moving to the steps down. Couldn't move well enough in the tight dress to get from the stage as I usually did. I'd possibly flash from top and bottom if I hopped off. "Your money and stuff you want."

"Yet it's your account."

I titter, glancing through slightly poofy hair. It'd dried oddly, frizzing out around me. He looked right back, brow arched.

"You just want to use my Prime and don't want to bother."

"Shouldn't surprise you," Pam joins in now.

My eyes flick up with a smile and shake of my head. I only looked to the group as I neared my chair. I lowered, eyes to the three. One had silent steps. Two of the group were twins. Vibrant red hair that was more orange. Hazel eyes. An attractive set I let my eyes flick over slowly.

The silent one was hardly taller than me with his shoes on. He had to be like five-one or two. Mud brown eyes and hair. The hair was short with a hint of curl to it. There was an obvious scar at the side of his left eye that was rather large. Maybe an old battle wound. Stout build, but fit the muscled body builder look that was 'in' currently. Average in looks.

He didn't catch my eye in the way the twins did. It was caught only by his sharp attention to me. Not Eric. But me. He was taking in my face and features with a critical eye. Not my form. Looked in his late thirties to early forties. Clearly not in the range for me or those that were my age bracket.

"Evening," the male speaks up, eyes pointedly to mine.

A brow lifts, looking right back with a coy smirk. Nothing said as I carefully sit. Papers shift, finding the correct ones and setting it to work on. The teal inked pen I'd been favoring was lifted and scratching away quickly. The other hand deftly plucked a bit of brisket and popped it to my mouth. My eyes flicked up once more to take the group in closer before flicking to the paper again. The man was focused upon my chewing. Freaking weirdo.

"Names," Eric boredly speaks up, leaning in his chair to the other arm.

"Felix and Felicia Stone."

I quickly put the names to the descriptions. My eyes flick up at the longer beat of quiet. The smaller male hadn't spoken up. When I looked up, he spoke.

"Solomon."

It could be seen as polite. I guess. He may have been waiting to see if I was ready. No last name though. I popped a bit more of the lunch in the Tupperware just out of the way. It was given a moment, pausing shy of my mouth as I finish scribbling a word. I felt those eyes on my mouth as it opened to slip the next bite in.

"Reason."

Eric was clipped now. Something didn't please him.

"Visiting."

"Clearer," I speak up after swallowing.

I didn't look to the group, hand reaching for my glass of cola. There was a shifting of fabric, and nothing else. My eyes flick up, head still to the paper. I only lift it to get a drink, eyes pointedly flicking over the three. The twins spared a small glance to Solomon then away fast. They didn't want to be seen as referring to him. I take my time getting the drink to clear my mouth and the rushed swallow of my food.

It thumps lightly on the table, attention to the table to ensure it was clear of the papers.

"I need a clearer reason for being in the Area," I speak up, tone business and showing a firm lack of bullshit. I do sit back in the chair now, eyes flicking over the three long and hard. "I'm sure you are aware that this is the Area the King resides in. As such, we are required to field. This also includes the new forms that the King now has us documenting for known vampires in this specific Area." I pause for them to take that in. Solomon was a blank, so focused still. But it was a sort of focus that had my hackles wishing to rise. The twins shared a look. I tap the paper with a finger tip to draw their eyes. It wasn't just a normal paper. It was an actual printed form I filled in. "There have been a number of issues in the past.." I pause, glancing to Eric, as if to get the specific answer.

"Years."

"Years," I continue while turning to look back at the group. "A protection for all. The King wishes to know who is in the area. Wishes to know why. How long. The usual things."

My hand taps the end of the pen on the table, looking to the paper with a now bored look.

"It shall be noted to all parties that any illegal activities will be punished at the full force of both vampire and human law. No means No on all accounts. No acts of violence shall be made within Area or state. You are accountable for your own actions. We claim no responsibility for your lives, dead or undead. You are required to make another formal check in within a week; every week that you are here. You are strongly suggested to have at least one informal check in between them, as a whole. This is to inform us that you are still alive. It is not required, but strongly welcome to inform either myself, the second or the Sheriff if and when you will leave."

The drone ends, reaching for the glass to wet my mouth after that long, boring shit. Eric was quiet behind me. The twins looked up to him with a hint of awed fear. My nose twitches, rolling my head a bit to push it off. I was not going to tell them a small bit of this was because of the shit storm from my family. Nor was I going to mention in the least that it was something Bill wanted done to track if I ate one.

I took a small breath, putting on a plastic smile as I looked between them. "Now, reason?"

I was more than ready to get the hell out of there by time we got that done. Fingers fluff my hair, mainly scratching my scalp for that hint of relaxation it brought. I'd just shoved out the bitch that was Bill's secretary with the papers from the night.

Pam was standing by the end of the bar, bag on her arm. I'd just cleaned up my cups and crap, packed and ready to leave. Still had no shoes on. The flipflops I had worn were sticking out of my bag. I'd had to toss the clothes I'd worn when I made the mess.

"Mother of fuck," I groan in a hint of pleasure as I paused my hands in my hair. The high stretch of my arms felt fantastic. "I can smell the blood in my hair still."

Eric ambles by me, glancing a bit back as I don't move. My head was lifted, basking in the stretch.
"We will meet you at home, Pam."

"I'll take the SUV then," she sarcastically calls, sauntering from the bar.

One eye lazily opens to watch her leave. "Hey, can you trim my hair or something when you get the time?"

She pauses near the door, glancing back. "Trim? It looks fine."

"Think so?" I frown at the hair by my eyes. "I usually keep it a bit shorter."
"Leave it," she snips before vanishing out the door.

I smirk at the door. "You know, I really am thankful you turned that woman."

"Sometimes I feel the same way."

I wink, snatching up my bag to dangle over my shoulder. A small pat is given to his arm as I go to pass, leaning in a little as if to whisper as I go.

"I won't mention you said that at all."

There was a bounce to my step, a small hum hardly heard as I went toward the door. Finally up and not having to do all the boring crap, I was in a very good mood. I whirl to push the door open with my butt and back out.

"Wanna go for a drive?"
"And if I had plans?"

"Then I can just get myself home." I shrug, whirling soon as I clear the door. A deep breath was pulled in of the night air. Beautiful with a few clouds in the sky, moon big and clear. It was just a bit fuller than half, and looked so close.

His car chirped, doors unlocking. "Get in the car, Faelyn."

I slipped forward quicker than a human, not close to his speed. But he was in, car revving to life as I shut my door. The bag was tucked down on the floorboards and zipped shut. The windows and top went down before he glanced over. I didn't bother with a belt, reaching forward to see what he had in the system.

"We still have the free night next week, right?"

"This week."

I glance up toward the dash, head tilting at that slip on my part. "Geeze. How do you trust me with your schedule and crap?"
I playfully grin as I switch the song to the beginning, dropping back. He had a half smirk.

"Never said I did."

I actually laugh, leaning on the door to put my hand to the side of my head as he backs up. His eyes flick to me.

"Truthfully I had hopes you would mess it up."

"Get that extra chance to yell at me in? Maybe get free time?"

"You think I favor yelling at you?"
He was hitting the road quick. He wasn't hitting the high paces of last time. Though he was going fast enough to definitely enjoy the ride. My eyes close a moment, head tilting to face the wind. It felt like a shiver down my body, letting go of that tight hold. The nails on the hand resting on bare thigh grew and darkened. I knew he felt the change in temperature far more than I would. It was honestly far more comfortable this way for me.

Plus, I was sort of trying to get used to being in this form. Maybe get more fluid with the change to and from. Razor sharp teeth were shy of touching my lower lip, mouth parted to let out the hot breath.

"I don't pretend to know what all you favor, Eric," I tease as I tilt my head to look at him. My eyes were glowing at him, grin a bit lopsided. "But it may be a bit fun to yell at people."

My head turns away, pleasantly watching the world as we shot by. Neither spoke for a bit as he just drove. I didn't ask where. He didn't say. Seemed an aimless thing.

"Eric."

It was a low musing tone that broke the peaceful silence between us. I felt his eyes flick to me as I stared at the road. The smile was gone, just thoughtful.

"Faelyn."

"Would you…" I huff, cutting off to mess at my hair in frustration. "Can I stay?"

"I believe you already are."

Mocking and almost lifting the mood. I face him, skirt shifting up with the turn in the seat. A hand tugs it back down my legs more.

"I mean indefinitely. Like until I absolutely have to leave."

"The same thing you are currently doing."

I reach over and give a light slug at his arm. No flinch, nothing. It was possibly like a fly on level of bother. He was grinning, eyes flicking to the playfully grumpy pout.

"You're such a dick, Eric. But seriously, I mean like decades, centuries. Not days, weeks."

Eric slowed to a stop. We sat in the middle of nowhere at an intersection. Slowly those pale blues turned to look at me with such an unreadable process of emotions. There was a kind of guard to it. I sent back a questioning look, really feeling the ugly head of uncertainty and expected rejection.

"What are you asking, Faelyn?"

He was slow with his words, clearly guarded. On edge even. Still hard to read. I anxiously push my hair from my face, glancing away. A faint blush came to me, not used to the actual awkward air between us.

"Awkward duck," I state. Really, it was something I picked up to break awkwardness for myself when I was a kid. It was really embarrassing to fall to it naturally without meaning to. It sort of burst out there. I think I made a slightly mortified look, blanching at the whole ordeal.

Shoving it off, I cross my arms to look at him with a light glower. This was really meant for myself. And it was clear by the highly amused look that he was enjoying this moment in some way. He would never let that die.

"You're making this really fucking awkward, Eric," I snip at him, definitely blushing now if I hadn't been before. "I'm having a really uncharacteristic moment of doubt. I just- I'm not asking for anything permanent, if that's what you're worried over. Alright? Things changed and I don't know anymore."

"Faelyn." He was serious. It cut off the rambling though. This also drew my eyes to his. "Are you asking to be turned?"

I giggled, hand slapping up to stifle. The stifle turned against me, making this half snort. I buried my face in my hands, laughing harder at the horrid sound. Still laughing a bit as I sat back to slouch on the door and seat. I was a bit breathless, looking to him with a huge grin.

"Really, Eric? Is that what you thought I meant?"

I lean in to put my head on his arm, looking up at him with a sort of adorable cuddle I did to Godric a good deal. "No offense, Eric, but I wouldn't ask you to do that. That's asking for far too much trouble. Plus really mean to you, even if I could turn. But I can't."

I shifted back again, his look a bit narrowed, but surprised a little. I still held the extreme humor in my eyes and expression.

"I meant, is it fine if I hang around? With you and Pam, at the bar, in the Area."

"For decades to centuries?"

I shrug, sassy nonchalance clear. "Well, I could get bored, off myself. Maybe go all Kamakazi. Maybe piss off one person or another. Never know with me."

The car shifted before he was moving again and turning left. Eric was focusing on the road now.

"Your contract as my employee lasts until you are fired, Faelyn."

A falsely dreamy sigh is given, lashes fluttering. "Oh how you woo me, Mr. Northman."

I saw the lips curve up in a sly sort of smirk on my side, not looking from the road. "Good to see you're back to yourself."

We were headed to the house, but a ride to go yet. I wink at him, shifting to stand as best I could. The wind whipped my hair violently as I grasped the dash and door.

"Yeah, well, don't expect it tomorrow. Or do?.." My head tilts up into the wind, eyes closing to bask in it. " Depends if Belial has the dinner tomorrow or not."

He was speeding up. A loud laugh left me, grasping a bit firmer and getting a better stance for any turns and such. Looking back, our eyes met. He had a slight sly look, amused and smirking. My own were wide, feral grin aimed out at the world at the flood of adrenaline and abandon. Pure ecstasy easy to see on me.

"Faster," I breathe before he was already complying.