A/N: Hi guys! This took me longer than expected and it was a struggle to write. I knew how I wanted the previous chapters to go and had mostly written them in my head, but this one just wouldn't form. It's finally done though! I don't think there will be many more chapters. I've pretty much decided how I want it to end; it's just a matter of getting there.

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"You are basically in charge of hospitality. You are to make sure that everyone is happy and getting what they need, especially the VIPs. Occasionally, someone…unsavory will make it past the door. When that happens, it is up to you to remove them from the premises quickly and quietly."

Pam listened to Thomas's speech attentively, albeit with a bored look on her face. Although the idea of having to constantly smile was rather daunting, this wouldn't be anything she couldn't handle. She was capable of being cheerful when needed.

"This is not a brothel nor a tourist trap," he continued. "We are running a classy establishment where vampires can relax and enjoy themselves away from gawking and camera flashes. Only the most refined vampires and fangbangers are allowed inside. I find that if we are slack with whom we let in, trouble arises much more frequently. I don't like trouble. Keep it as calm as relatively possible. Are we clear?" It was evident that Thomas did not play around when it came to his business due to the no-nonsense tone of his voice, which was in sharp contrast with his usually jovial demeanor. Pam nodded.

"Good. There's just one more thing before I let you get started. Show me a smile." She had to suppress a strong urge to roll her eyes so far up that she would be able to see the inside of her head. Did everyone think her only mode was ice queen? She gave him the brightest smile she could muster up (which is to say, bordering on cheesy) and he returned it with a genuine smile of his own, amusement sparkling in his bright green eyes. Pam found herself melting a little inside, shockingly. She was amazed at how much fondness she was beginning to feel for him, among other things. She couldn't quite decide if that was a bad thing or not.

"That's my girl! Now go get 'em. I'll be in my office if you need anything." And in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

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"All right ladies, why don't you take it outside?" Pam doubted the two bickering girls heard her, but she was sure they got the general idea as she was dragging them by their elbows out of the club. Aside from this little catfight, her first night at Club Midnight had been fairly uneventful. As the hours passed, it became clear to her that this was less of a club and more of a lounge. Rather like a country club with fangs, she mused. In fact, the atmosphere was so low-key that it took her a while to realize just how crowded the place was. Every booth was occupied, as were the seats at the bar, and there were plenty of those. Large groups of people were milling around apparently waiting for seats that would probably never be vacant. She and Eric had been too busy exploiting the novelty side of the Great Revelation to consider the other side of it: not all vampires enjoyed being conversation pieces and would pay good money to get away from it for a little while. This place was obviously raking in the big bucks on a nightly basis.

So far, she was enjoying it. Everyone was courteous and respectful, even the most esteemed patrons. There were no drunken brawls or pathetic wannabes sniveling at her feet. She didn't have to "enthrall the vermin" as there was no "vermin" around to speak of! And the best part of it all was that she didn't have to wear costumes that squeaked annoyingly. The club was a breath of fresh air that she welcomed into her life with open arms.

After the last customer left and the doors closed, Pam headed towards the employee area to collect her purse and nearly collided with Thomas as he came out of his office.

"Ah, Pam! Just who I wanted to see." He seemed so delighted that Pam was surprised he wasn't clapping his hands or something. She quirked her lips up in amusement at the sight. "Good work tonight. I can already tell that you are going to fit in very well here," he went on with a blindingly cheerful smile on his face.

"Yes, it was quite pleasant," Pam told him flatly as she ducked into the staff room. He followed, as expected. She marveled at how he managed to act like an annoying puppy and yet still be charming at the same time.

"What do you say to coming back to my place to celebrate a job well done?" His eyebrows were raised and his expression was hopeful. Pam paused, and her thoughts flickered to the buxom redhead who had been quite eager to get better acquainted with her. She shrugged and tossed her purse over her shoulder. There was always tomorrow night.

"Sure, why not," she replied nonchalantly and offered him her arm.

She was definitely going to like it here.