i hope you know we're good to you Who: Edie & Livia Where: Heme When: Night
Fang-bangers. They were all the same. Of those that stuck out rather more obviously, Livia had counted twenty-four. No doubt there would be more on their way in shortly. The one staring up at her in some kind of awed trance he had created all by himself was grating on her nerves. She did not need to look at him to know that his attention was not on his cocktail, but on her. This was why she hated working the floor rather than the doors because some utter moron decided tonight was the night to cause trouble. True, she preferred to put vampires in their place over turning away the imbeciles that tried to gain access without the sufficient identification, but this was where the drunken living with an agenda hung out. She wasn’t even allowed to take five to afford herself a quick drink. Not that even the scent of demonic blood was a good idea right now. Just watching the cretin gawping up at her was leaving her strongly considering forcibly relocating him.
Then he touched her arm.
Before he could blink, Livia had pushed away from the bar propping up her back and wheeled around to pin him against the fixture with a personal bubble that might as well have been tangible and rock-hard. Straightened up, she towered at the 5’9-plus-some her boots created, looking down on him with an effortless disdain. “Listen up and listen good.” The man stared at her in startled awe, probably expecting some kind of reprimand. Instead, the Styx seized the opportunity presented by the maintained contact with eyes that only seemed to be getting wider and immediately pulled him under her influence. “Go. Away.” The ridiculous expression on his face faded into something more apologetic and he wandered off like a clockwork lemming, leaving Livia pleased yet again that she was not as absurd as just about… everyone else in the vicinity – a feeling that stopped short when she considered the possibility she may have been seen and would end up in trouble for using her family gifts against the clientele. With a bitter surge of annoyance, she turned back to the main floor, scanning the place for someone to take it out on.
Or entertainment. Entertainment would do just as well.
Mutterings of an argument – possibly a fight – were easily heard from the living customers and stirring through the vampires. It wasn’t something Livia would necessarily pay attention to; there were rumours of an argument or fight too often to take notice. But she needed something she could sink her teeth into, so to speak. Even those who were guilty of very little could be reprimanded for upsetting the other customers. All she needed to do was follow the trail of Chinese Whispers and brush the vampire bait out of her way. It was cute that they thought she was listening to their protests.
Glancing over the shoulder of the last vampire in her way, the Styx almost laughed. “Well. Look at that.” She jabbed the obstacle in his ribs, smirking when he winced in pain. “Move.” A beat. “Now.” Was she going to help right away? No, not really. In a moment. When she was done wringing the amusement out of the situation.