Author's Note: So this chapter is very adult rated. Fair warning. Again, sorry for the long wait everyone. But, as said previously: I kinda lost my muse for True Blood after seeing a few episodes of the final season. I...Just... No. They ruined it. So much rage was felt. It went bad long before, but I'd pushed through as a fan of the books and the show. But the last was just unacceptable. So, I'm trying to get this some place. Get where I wanted it with the characters I favored and the show it had been.
On a side note, I have been working at a Warlow/OC story. I'd actually done a number of versions of this. But, I feel a bit stuck. So, question for you all.
Should the OC be a relation to Sookie? The one's I've fleshed out are Full Blooded Fairy and not the typical sort of fairy. If that sounds like something to go with, let me know. If you have any ideas or hopes for it, please let me know.
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I hadn't lied about where we headed. We made it there and happened across one bar that looked more like a club. I could hear the music from where we were on the street. Ginger looked about, not in the usual element. This was people my age or just legal, definitely city people and not the country stuff she was thinking.
"Eh!"
The male half lucidly called out from a group just shy of getting into one with a bouncer. The guy looked like he'd had pregame. I smirk, arm around Ginger as I lead her toward the guy to call out.
"What are ya doin', Fae?"
"Shh, Ginger. Trust me. I'll get you laid tonight by a good looking guy. Allow me to work magic."
She lit up, looking to me. "You promise?"
"It's what you asked for," I purr, leaning into her as I stop. My fingers brush up her cheek, leaning in as if to kiss. "Trust me, Ginger," I breath, lips shy of touching before pulling away with fluttering eyes flicking with a sort of dark look toward the guys.
A number of them were looking. She leaned into me, blushing a bit.
"Uh, Fae? You sure I shouldn't worry about you and me?"
My eyes slowly trek back to her own. "Is that such a bad thing? Me and you?"
"Fae, you're a bit odd right now."
I pat her cheek, grinning as I turn to the guys again. "Relax, Ginger. You've never seen my games. Enjoy them. And no, you are not my type and will be safe of me doing anything to you. But play along if I do hint to something between us."
"Guys do like that lesbian stuff," she titters, moving forward with her eyes flicking over the guys.
"Hello, boys," I purr out as I near the group. I'd allowed a seductive lowering of voice. It possibly helped that feeding from Eric had boosted the usual sex drive. Maybe the fact that I planned to get some as well. None since….
The one to call out pushed closer, eyes flicking over me then to Ginger pulled into my side.
"You guys are from that bar, right?"
"Fangtasia?" Ginger questions.
"Yeah!" The guy seemed like a light went on, pointing to her then rounding to look to me.
I was already flicking through the options of the group. Choosing which would be the best option to suit my needs. Judging potential. One held shorter light brown hair, naturally standing up in spikes and mess. Attractive eyes, grey. Five in total.
"So why are you all here?" One of the cocky males demands, eyes already leering at the light connection of hips between Ginger and I. Most of these boys had that jock look that just never seemed to go out of style, clearly sports players.
"Wanted something better?"
The pregamer moved a bit closer, thumb sliding about his mouth as if to clear drool. His eyes were heavily flicking up my boots and shorts.
"Want something with a pulse?"
Ginger looked ready to snip something. But I quiet her with a hand tracing her jaw, eyes to this male.
"Oh, I've got more than enough options with pulses." I let my eyes slowly move to the rest of the group, loosely shifting for some space with Ginger, still holding to her. "Though, we had thought to have a change of pace. Ginger here hasn't been to the party scene outside of work in a while."
"Looks like it," one of the guys mutters to another with a hint of mockery at her older appearance and attire not fitting the place as well as the girls my age. She didn't hear it. But I did. My eyes moved with a snap to him. He hadn't been looking at me, but her. Those eyes moved to me as he seemed to pick up that I heard him, clearly.
The pregamer moved closer, slipping his arm about me as I had Ginger. I was slipped from her to flush against his front with a rolling grind from him. I smirked up at him, hands not holding on to him. He was letting his hand not at the small of my back and rear slip to cup my neck. He seemed to grin darker as he let his thumb rest at the pulse point.
"Got a warm one, boys," he calls back to them.
"We could use some arm candy," one of the group calls, nodding toward the inside.
The bouncer was looking to our group, hand to the door to let in. So, we were let in with the group. Hard music was playing, not what played at Fangtasia. We moved in the middle of the group, Ginger still loosely against me. I lean in, lips to her ear.
"Drink nothing they give you that you do not see made," I whisper so she could hardly hear me.
Her eyes went wide as she looked to me with a hint of alarm. I pull her in again.
"A protection. There's no way to know now-a-days, Ginger. Drink nothing open that you did not see opened or made. Drugs are easily found and slipped in when in places like this."
"But what of you?"
"Make moves, Ginger. Smooth. Lack no confidence. Have fun."
She nods, smiling as I pull away to tilt my attention to the guys.
"You like to dance?!" one calls over the music.
"I love it! Just like I love shots!"
"Shots, boys!"
I was grinding on the floor with the pregamer and a female, music blaring. This was what I had done back home. This was my scene before it crashed down. It was far too simple to fall into it again. The fun part was wordlessly seducing the woman I danced with. The guy was a bit oblivious to this, thinking us just sexily dancing.
"Girls' room," I call with a nod at the guy.
He smirked, quirking a brow. "Now?"
I grin, female and I already starting for the bathroom with locked hands. "Join if you want."
We were not the only ones thinking of a quicky. A guy at a urinal glanced up as I pushed in with the girl, the guy at our heels. He gave that sort of nod to the guy, sly smirk and approving. There was a steady thumping in a stall, a female very vocal. Obnoxiously so, sounding nearly like it was faked.
The girl slipped ahead, batting lashes at me as she pushes the door to the last and biggest stall open. I leaned in, pushing her against the wall before crashing hips. The door closed in a fumbled rush. The guy was trying to desperately watch.
But, he hadn't got it shut, another pushing in as I locked lips with the girl. Our hands were exploring and hips lightly rocking.
"Hey, man," pregamer drunkenly snarks. "Private party."
"I think you want me here."
One eye peeks open, yet to separate from the kiss. My eyes close again, fingers under the skirt and heading up while slipping my leg between her own. Our lips parted, her moaning out and head falling back. I didn't look from her, near hungrily watching her expressions and reactions.
"Hello, Solomon," I breath out.
Pregamer was moving up to my other side, nearly tripping on the toilet to watch. His eyes were eagerly flicking to my hand under the skirt, hiding what was really going on down there, and to her pleasured face.
Solomon took it in with a sort of calm that betrayed his age as Godric's calm did. I lean in, hand moving faster to get her louder, breath picked up a bit as my eyes flutter and lips tease at near kisses.
"Busy, I see."
The girl cried out, legs clenching as she sort of sags. Pregamer had his hand rubbing at his pants, eyes half lidded and pushing his way in to crash his lips to hers. She was kissing back, me pulling away. I casually step back, a sort of blank look to my face aside from the sharp eyes eagerly taking this sight in. The hand lifts, tongue flicking out to trace up the wet fingers.
"Oh, I hope to be."
"And your boss?"
My gaze flicks to him. "I'm not working, Solomon. Vampire business is not something I'm going to bother with tonight."
"And if I had merely wished to spend the evening with you?"
I cock a wide, lopsided grin at him, eyes showing a sort of danger. "I'm far too preoccupied. Unless you want these two." It was offer.
The guy was trying to get the girl's skirt up. Her hands getting his pants in the same mad dash. My hand swings out, grasping the back of the pants and yanking. He stumbled into me, surprised.
"What's the rush?"
"Fae?"
I reach around Solomon, pulling the door open a crack. Ginger was peeking in, just on time. Solomon stepped back to allow the door to open more for her to slip in. She awkwardly slid in, eyes flicking to the girl then the two guys. She had a grin, eyes looking eagerly to me.
My tongue flicks out, pulling the guy down to lick up his cheek. He groaned, ready to start kissing.
"I've a friend who would love to help you," I utter to him.
He was moaning out a mess of words, clearly ready. Ginger squishes closer, sparing me a look as if to question. I wink, shifting him to allow her closer. Drunk and blinded by need, he closed the space. She let out this obnoxious giggle sound, hitting the wall out of the way on the side of the girl I'd been playing with.
Said girl was looking to have her breath, curious and still lusting. My hand ghosted up her arm, eyes flicking toward Solomon again. He'd pushed the door shut. There was a sort of apathy to this all happening before him. Ginger and the guy had moved quickly to the act. She was getting a hard look from my girl at the noises Ginger was making.
Girl had to never get laid with that sort of reaction. I thrust myself against the girl, lips crashing to close distance. She was eager to continue, hands wandering again. But I was not feeling it now with Ginger there doing…that. Plus, I'm not a fan of watchers that would not partake.
The guy looked annoyed, Ginger sagged on the wall. She was spent and the guy wasn't even done. I huff, glowering at this situation.
"Ginger, freaking really?"
She was passing out. Seriously. Why did she even ask this? The guy was holding himself, pulled away to sag on the other side of the toilet. Only one quick solve. I locked eyes with my girl, nothing said aside from a loud breath. She had a sort of glazed look as I pulled away. She slid around me, moving to the man.
I shift to lean on the wall where she had been. Fingers lifting to fix my lipstick while watching the two now having at it. Ginger was starting to sag on me now. I took a number of moments to watch the two putting a better show on than Ginger had.
Taking a sighing breath, I shift forward, slinging Ginger to her feet. She half woke, staggering and grasping at me.
"Fae?"
"Get the fuck up, Ginger."
I swatted her cheek hard. Her eyes snapped open, crying out at the small pain.
"Ow!"
"Come on. Home you go, light weight."
She was sleepy, but awake. I sling my arm around her to help her walk, skirt pulled down and more presentable. She paused, looking to Solomon. A dumbass, airheaded smile lit up at him.
"Well, hello there."
He let his gaze flick to her then looked right to my eyes.
"Perhaps I may help?"
I nod at the door behind him. "Go ahead and get the door. But, other than that, no."
"She's heavier than you."
We stepped out. The place had cleared out as pregamer and the girl were louder and going at it with a vivacity that sounded like some hardcore porn. Ginger was falling asleep again as she was walking.
I had a few options. Call Pam. Nope. Use my powers. Not suggested. Allow this guy to help. Didn't know him. Couldn't trust him. Or call Eric. I paused at the door, Ginger slouched against the wall and me, sleeping soundly now.
"Why are you here, Solomon?"
"I had noticed you in the establishment. Is it not suggested to 'check in'?"
I spare a look from the side of my gaze at him. "Eric is a possessive boss, Solomon. I'm not new to vampires."
"You don't trust me. I understand."
He offers out a wide hand with stubby fingers. There were scars and calluses upon those hands. He'd been a hard worker before his change. "To the car then."
I was playing human for the normal eye. I played vampire for some. I was stronger than the average human, but nowhere near as fast or strong as a vampire. Close, but no cookie. This man thought me the human of Northman, possibly just the secretary of Northman. Saw me eat food, human it is.
I let my hold shift, as if struggling to keep Ginger up. "Uh, sure. I guess."
He steps closer, having to nearly brush me to get at her. I attempted to help shift her, not used to helping somebody get a hold of somebody. It proved I was playing up to his comfort and her modesty card. A wincing smile of apology is given when he has hold of her. He looked like he could hold that weight all night.
I shift back, opening the door wide for him to get through. "Thanks."