Nikita Vostrikova (trickylittlegun) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-05 16:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-25, nikita |
Ticking like a time bomb, drinking till the night's gone
Who: Jezebelle and Nikita and a brief cameo by Graham at the end
Where: Heme
When: Evening
It had been an interesting week for Nikita. Not only was she busy with the whole landlady gig, but she was constantly busy with her illegal firearms business-- Making sure all the shipments were precise along with making sure all clients were happy, including Jezebelle’s childe. That didn’t seem to go over too well, seeing that her men came back injured from a certain blonde hunter. Oh, and to top it off, there were moronic vampires walking the streets... like draining their meals and leaving the bodies lying around for authorities to find them. Oh, honey, no... you’re doing it wrong. Oh so very wrong. For fuck’s sake, even Jezebelle’s newborn childe wasn’t that dumb, and he was a guy, therefore they did everything wrong. What the hell? Honestly... Nikita was in a mood and she needed something to take all the troubles off her mind. The second she found out a certain vampire girlfriend of hers was available, she decided to snatch up the Italian girl and hit up Heme, because they needed the treat.
She had picked up Jezebelle in her Jaguar, letting one of the grunts take the wheel for she knew fully well that once they left the bar, they were going to be completely smashed. Well, Nikita planned on it anyways. Jezebelle could sit and watch for all she cared. Once they rolled on up to the bar and had the doors opened for them, Nikita stepped on out and smoothed out her dress before walking on in with her friend. She didn’t veer off of her path straight to the bar and once there, she leaned in and snapped her fingers impatiently at the bartender there. “Two glasses, one of angelic psychic blood, preferably not the trippy kind, and...” She glanced on over to Jezebelle with a raised eyebrow before looking back to the bartender. “Whatever she would like. It’s all on me.” That said, she heaved out a sigh and sat down, propping her head up with a delicate hand and rolled her eyes. “This is the last place I want to be having a meal, but sadly some numbskull blood suckers think it’s a marvelous idea to be frolicking around and doing whatever damn well pleases them. Like hell I’m going to be confused with their lot.”
Jezebelle was always up for a girl’s night, especially after all the shit that had gone down lately. Her business had slowed, mostly because the cops were out in high force, and that annoyed her more than anything. Since Graham was out with Rigby this evening, it seemed a perfect night to hit up Heme and try to get Nikita to unwind a little. She always felt a little over dressed for Heme, but then she felt overdressed just about everywhere. How she missed the days when people were classy, rather than trashy. At least she could count on Nikita for matching her attire, making her feel like they were two most well-dressed women in the bar. “Liquored up fae, please,” Jezebelle said with a smirk towards the bartender. “Don’t mind her,” she added, before turning to follow Nikita. Taking the seat across from her, she crossed her legs and sat back, finally starting to relax. “I’m hoping they get themselves caught and cuffed with silver. This nonsense isn’t just bad for our reputation; it’s bad for business.”
A light giggle escaped Nikita with wide eyes upon hearing Jezebelle’s comment about the silver cuffs. Oh, wouldn’t that be nice. “I hear you on that, darling. Can’t go out at night without the police going up and down the streets thinking you’re going to jump someone for a meal. You’d think our kind would have more tact than that theses days. I’m all for feeding from the source, but clean up your plate after you finished supper, for god’s sake.” Nikita rolled her eyes some more, perking up lightly as their drinks were served and thus took a massive gulp from hers. Her eyes fluttered, rather enjoying the sudden rush and looked back to the server. “Keep them coming,” she demanded before looking back to her friend. “Ugh, I’d like to say they’re young, stupid fledglings, but look at yours! He’s not doing anything stupid.” She paused and fingered her glasses gently while raising an eyebrow. “...right?”
“Not along those lines, no,”Jezebelle said, taking a sip of her own drink before continuing. “He did find himself a schizophrenic psychic blood doll on Craigslist, though. After I got over being jealous and hurt, I accepted that it was a fairly inventive solution to getting his regular fix.” It was the first time that something she loved about Graham had come back to bite her in the ass. The drugs had never bothered her, and she’d have done whatever was necessary to make sure he got what he needed. As a human, that was easy. As a vampire, it had become slightly more difficult to manage. “Other than that, he’s been fairly well behaved,” she smirked. None of the bodies that had turned up had been his, so she felt they were good as gold.
...he found... what? Nikita didn’t even have the time to focus and figure out if her friend was telling the truth, but seeing she had known Jezebelle long enough to know the lovely lady wouldn’t lie to her, she couldn’t help but stare in shock right after she almost chocked on her blood. “...Craigslist? Seriously?” She gently patted away the drops of blood that managed to spill onto her lips before continuing, “Excuse me, but people say what we do is shady and you have people like that running around and- CRAIGSLIST?!” Well, that was one way to tell her blood effects hadn’t fully kicked in. She gave Jezebelle a bit of a look before heaving out a sigh. “I suppose that’s better than draining people dry and leaving them on the streets. In fact, he seems to do well in the department of keeping his tracks covered.” A delicate eyebrow was raised while she smirked. “Can only imagine he was behind those fiery exploits. Glad to see he’s enjoying my toys.” And with a giggle, she finished off her first glass, only to erupt into more giggles. Yup, now it was kicking in. This was going to be an awesome night.
Nikita’s reaction was enough to make Jezebelle grin and laugh in response. It was amusing when she took herself out of the equation. Now that Graham had told her he loved her, she had an easier time accepting the situation. He needed his drugs, and a willing donor made them much easier to come by than hunting them down on a regular basis. “I think what shocks me the most is that it actually worked. I’d question the sanity of whomever took up such an offer, but that’s already in question by blood type,” Jezebelle said with a smirk. “And yes, he is thoroughly enjoying your toys. I suspect we’ll be giving you quite a bit of business, actually.” That worked out nicely, in fact. Jezebelle preferred to use suppliers she could trust, and Nikita was at the very top of that list. “I knew he would make a good Shade. He has the right temperament, if you know what I mean.” As the waiter came over to switch out Nikita’s glass, Jezebelle finished her own and handed it over. “I’ll have what she’s having.”
“Splendid! He’s welcomed to just about everything as long as he has the money.” Like hell she was going to give a new, male client a discount. Didn’t matter if it was Jezebelle’s childe or not. “This is what I like about your type. You know how to put me in business and I’m glad to keep you in business as well.” She giggled some more before bringing her glass to her lips, drank - screw sipping, they were beyond that now - and then had an epiphany halfway through the gulp. “Mmm! Speaking of businesses, how’s the flower shop doing? Are you back up yet? I’m dying to stop on by. Went to some other place the other night and it was just dreadful. No one can work with flowers the way you do, darling.”
“One job pays for what’s needed for the next,” Jezebelle said. “He should be fine, and he won’t complain so long as he gets to play with fire.” That was still a concern of hers, how easily he could get himself killed in his particular line of work, but she couldn’t protest. Maybe she’d find a solution, but it wasn’t something she was working on quite yet. “You’re my favorite Rose to work with, love. And I’m so glad that child left town. He had the nerve to try and tell me where to deal, and he gave me the creeps. I hate when the young ones get turned.” They could be deadly, sure, but she didn’t have to like it. Children should be allowed to live, in her opinion. “Oh! It’s doing well! I opened back up this week. It’s so much easier since I was already established here. The only plus to all these funerals is that it’s been wonderful for my floral business.”
Had she still been able to blush, Nikita would have done exactly that. Such a generous compliment coming from a trained assassin. It was great to see that the Shades and Roses worked so well hand-in-hand. Both fueled the others needs and all was well. The mention of the other known Rose in town, however, was worthy enough for a dramatic eyeroll from Nikita. “Oh, him? He was nothing but a nuisance. Honestly. I’m not sure why the elders decided to plop him here or why he had the nerve to be trying to control you. You’re not even a Rose! He has no business doing such a thing!” Hopefully the elders saw through his stupidity and dragged his ass back to Russia to remove those tattoos that covered his body. Oooo, maybe that was why he left! “Of course it’s doing well, look who’s running the joint!” She then let out a snort and cackle at the thought of Jezebelle’s business doing well due to the stupid vampires. “Oh good god, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing, but that’s hilarious that all the nonsense going on is doing someone some good! I’m trying to figure out which house is stupid enough to let that go on. The news said something this morning about an unknown chemical found in the bites. I can’t think of too many lines that have that.” Drinking half of her blood, she kept giggling with a massive grin on her face. “Oh oh oh! We should have a game out of this!” She flailed her free hand about, rather amused by the prospect. “Try and figure out who did it and then we can poke fun at them!”
“Well, he seems to be gone now, thank God,” Jezebelle snickered, happily accepting her glass from the waiter. She knew she didn’t need to be delving into what Nikita was drinking, but why not? Because it would make her giggly and silly and completely out of control? So long as she didn’t kill anyone, it couldn’t be that bad. “I don’t know what kind of chemical that would be,” she said, taking a sip. “If it’s not saliva, something that numbs victims? Knocks them out? To my knowledge, our bite doesn’t do anything special. I’d have noticed by now if it did. But maybe there’s a chemical there anyways? You know as soon as I get home, I’m going to start running tests on my spit, don’t you?” she said with a laugh. It sounded ridiculous, but if there was a Shade involved in all this nonsense, she was going to tear them to pieces. “So who do you think?” she asked with wide eyes. “Got any ideas?”
To Nikita, nothing beat psychic blood. It reminded her of those nights after a long, hard day in the factories and all she did was roll up a joint an relax. Top it off with the equivalent to Prozac and all was well. Nikita could feel all her worries disappear and now she was just a mellow, yet chipper - and very giggly - vampire. Actually, skip the giggling, because now she was cracking up at her friend’s comment about the spit. “Oh my, that’s just rich!” She didn’t care if the human couple nearby shot them a rude look. She was going to have her fun, damn it! “Mine doesn’t do anything, either. I could make an illusion to make it feel otherwise, but... tch, such a waste sometimes! But for other vampires... hmmmm...” She tapped a finger against her lips and thought it over before her turquoise eyes widened. “Oh! What about Gabriel House? Don’t they have something do to with their bite? Wait, no... they can’t go off killing people at random, now can they? They are rather vocal in politics when it comes to humans. Don’t blame them, but... cover your damn tracks!” Nikita giggled some more, drank some more, and continued. “No no, they’re no good... Oh! What’s that one house that’s like... they’re like weres but not?”
“Unless it was a Gabby that didn’t want to follow the rules,” Jezebelle pointed out with a grin. With each sip, she was feeling more and more amused by the simpler things. She also ceased to care what the humans around her thought, since this was a vampire bar. Why were they there anyways? “Can you imagine if our houses started making public declarations like that? It would be horrible! Thank God they won’t!” That was one thing they didn’t have to worry about in either case. Going public would not benefit the Shades or the Roses in any way, nor would it fit their basic laws. “Like weres? Oh, oh, you mean the ones that can shift into wolves or something. That would be the kind that probably killed that girl, but I don’t remember them saying anything about a chemical on her. Then again, I don’t know if she was bitten or not...”
The thought of the Shades and the Roses making some public declaration of any sort made Nikita double over in laughter. Really, that would be the day. Both were so secretive with what they did and did a damn good job at covering up to this day. Like hell they were going to unveil anything! Shit, Nikita was there to maintain a good, public image for her family. Sitting there in Heme and drinking the glassed blood was on way. Ok, maybe not the fact she was doing it drunk on angelic psychic blood, but it was a step in the right direction. “Wolves, bears, foxes, kitties, I don’t know! They do something! I think I even have one in my complex. Oh, whatever, they’re nothing special.” She waved her hand about while thinking some more, taking a drink on and off while she mused over the idea. “They said it was like... some kind of soothing chemical. You’re good with this thing, darling! You should know! Then again, what kind of fun would a soothing bite be when you’re draining them?! Four of them! I would have been so drunk off of the first one I would have forgotten about the others!”
“Shhhh!” Jezebelle laughed, realizing that this was probably not a conversation that needed to be had at high volumes. Maybe the other vampires wouldn’t care, but it would certainly scare off the humans. And while Jezebelle didn’t care about hurting their feelings, she didn’t want to be kicked out of Heme. “I’m good with chemicals, but I’ve never gone around running tests on our kind. But you’re right! What would be the point of a soothing bite if the intent was to kill? That seems better fitted to a peaceful house. One that wants their bites to be all butterflies and fluffy bunnies.” There was something erotic about biting a human, and Jezebelle liked the ones who enjoyed it because it was painful. Making it nice and easy took all the fun out of it! “Four humans would be a shit-ton of blood, if you’ll excuse my French. If it’s only one vampire, they must be ready to burst! I wonder if they would, if you poked them with a pin,” she snickered, picturing it in her mind. Pop! Blood would go everywhere.
Jezebelle’s description had Nikita roaring. She even made a little bubble with her hands, had it float about and then went, “Pop!” and had her hands flutter away. Oh, the things psychic blood did to that woman. Nothing could go wrong right now. Even if they were thrown out, she was too happy and giddy to even care. “You’re not talking French! That was perfect English!” She cracked up some more and then actually began talking in French, “No no, this is French! And oh. my. GOD. No one will know what we’re saying now!” Nikita whipped her head back as she bellowed in amusement. “But no! Seriously! That’s a lot of blood! How would they function?! I mean we’ve had how many glasses and-” She stared at hers, noticing it was now empty, not approving of this and flailed her hand about. “Hellooooo! Barmaaaaaaid! You’re not doing your jooooooob!” Didn’t help she was calling out in French, but at least it sounded more pretty than vulgar.
Watching Nikita’s little pantomime of a bursting human had Jezebelle laughing so hard she almost fell out of her chair. It was horribly wrong, but she just couldn’t help it! “We should continue in French then,” she laughed, speaking in French as well. Why French when it wasn’t the native language for either of them, Jezebelle didn’t know, but it seemed to work just fine. It was certainly better than everyone in the room being able to listen in. Now it was limited to French speakers! “Well, it wasn’t all in one night, was it?” she asked. “Because that would be overkill! It would make me sick to my stomach! And-- ooooo here he comes,” she grinned, throwing back the rest of her glass. Just one more, she told herself. That would still put her in a better condition than Nikita, though she suspected they’d need a driver to pick them up either way. “Another for me and my friend, please.”
Worse came to worse, Nikita would have called up Anne and request her to come down and pick them up... albeit drunkenly and after miscalling her five times. Nikita didn’t care. She and Jezebelle were having a blast an that was all that mattered. “I know! So stupid and so wasteful! If only they could gain weight or something if they splurged that much, you know? Ugh, and they were frat boys.” She cringed at the thought. “Bleh! Never in a million years will I be that desperate to know what stupid actually tastes like!” Oh, and there was that waiter! She flashed a giddy smile in his direction, even more pleased that he was refilling their glasses in a second. And in that moment was when Nikita perked up. “OH! What’s that house?! The one that they say is the bastard child of Gabriel House and yours? They call themselves berserkers or something...” Being drunk was doing a number of things on her, like laughing to hard to even focus.
“Were they? I haven’t paid much attention,” Jezebelle snickered. “I suppose I should, since that might give me an idea of who’s doing it. How many vampires could possibly be living in Scarlet Oak? I say, if you’re going to kill so recklessly, do it in a city large enough to blend in. Here they’re just asking for hunters to come running.” Hunters were something she could put up with, so long as they left her alone. The second they started setting their sights on her, she preferred to take them out before they even had a chance. “Berserkers? You mean the crazy ones? Harbingers of Bedlam? Why in God’s name would they be related to the Shades? They’re all completely mad. All the power they have is useless when paired with the fact that their brain doesn’t work. Though that would explain the mindless deaths. Or were you referring to some other house that is nothing like mine?” she laughed, taking another sip. Drinking apparently loosened her tongue, making it even more fortunate that they’d switched over to French.
Nikita held a hand out with wide eyes at then mention of going to a large city. “NO SHIT, RIGHT?!” Then she erupted into more laughter. Oh look, that one human couple finally got up and left. Served them right. It was a fucking vampire bar, what did they expect?! Downing her glass of blood - really, girl didn’t know when to say no - she placed the glass down firmly and giggled at Jezebelle’s words. “No no no! Not like, directly related to the Shades! They’re like, big on killing, but they’re like the Gabriels when it comes to having no sense of morality, which I don’t blame anyone, but come on! They’re balls out in that department! It’s like... if you had Gabriel House-” She grabbed a napkin for demonstration to represent her point. “-and the Shades-” Oooo, a knife! “-and say they figuratively like... got it on-” She then smothered the knife with the napkin, more or less tore the napkin to bits and threw it all over the table. “-you’d get that.” Nikita pointed at the napkin mess, looked to Jezebelle and snorted. “Which is a fucking mess, if you as me!”
As Nikita began her utensil demonstration, Jezebelle began laughing so hard she could feel tears running down her cheeks, leaving bloody tracks and making a complete mess of her make-up. Brushing them away only seemed to make it worse and there was no longer a whole napkin on the table to dab at her eyes. “What the fuck are you going on about?” she laughed. “All you did was make a mess of my napkin with your fork and kni-- Oh! Are you talking about the Knives family? They’re a mess, if I remember right.” She was pretty sure they were a family that just killed to kill, and far too often than they probably should. At least the Shades pretended to have a no killing rule. The only time one was reprimanded in their family was when it got out of control, something Jezebelle approved of. “Do you have another napkin?” she asked, still snickering as she calmed down. “My eyes are a mess. And it’s all your fault!”
The second Jezebelle mentioned something about knives, it all clicked with Nikita. “YES!” She threw her hands up as if cheering over her favorite sports team scoring the winning goal. “THEM! Oh good GOD they’re a bunch of crazies!” The Rose continued cracking up while taking her own napkin and tossing it in her friend’s direction. “Oh sweetie, you look amazing regardless! Dear god, I can’t stop laughing!” Nikita chuckled while patting at the edges of her own eyes, spotting a few blood stains on her fingers. Oh well, not like she was trying to pick anyone up. “But yes! The Crimson Knives! ...or... no... Red Knives? Red Blades? I don’t know! They’re stupid! The whole lot of them. Katia had met one before and she didn’t speak highly of them. I mean, how can you even think of someone as a vampire if they have a barbed... wire... in their...” Oh, she lost it again. Placing her head on the table, she pounded her palm lightly on the surface, really thankfully she didn’t need to breath or else she would have passed out by then.
“Butter knives, if you ask me. What I’ve heard of them has not left me impressed,” Jezebelle said, then turned to a passing waiter and grabbed his arm. “Can you bring me a glass of water?” He looked at her as if she was crazy and Jezebelle rolled her eyes. “I don’t intend to drink it, stupid.” The look continued and when he opened his mouth to speak, Jezebelle realized she’d been asking him in French. She laughed, then released him. “Water please,” she said in English, then returned to speaking French once more with Nikita. “They have a barbed wire where? Please tell me it’s somewhere obscene! I love the idea of them having a permanent chastity belt! It would explain their insanity! I mean, I would go crazy if I couldn’t properly fuck.” Oh dear. Perhaps she’d had too much to drink.
It was hard to keep a straight face while watching the exchange with the waiter and her friend. Really, if only she could take a picture and not have a fuzzy Jezebelle. Then she was back to laughing at the idea of where the barbed wire was. “In their tongue! THEIR. TONGUE. Of all the places, honestly! That must make oral sex RIDICULOUSLY hard! What good does that even do aside from scare the person shitless?” Nikita went to go drink from her empty glass, then made a face and shook the glass upside-down, pouting at the fact there was nothing left. “Well, seeing that you’re in a lovely mood, I can only imagine how properly that one’s going for you.” She gave Jezebelle an eyebrow wiggle before snorting and chuckling. Yup, way too much to drink. She wouldn’t have been surprised if they were asked to leave at this point.
“Their tongue!” Jezebelle laughed, covering her mouth in a failed attempt to keep quiet. “What is the point of such nonsense?! What are they going to do, lick someone in a fight? I’ve got a knife that’s more effective and doesn’t get in the way of me giving a blow job. The fangs are dangerous enough.” She could only imagine how quickly a romantic evening could go downhill with a tongue that pierced through things. What a horrible perk to have! “Things with Graham are going wonderfully,” Jezebelle grinned. “Even better than when he was alive, and I didn’t think that was possible. Happiest I’ve ever been.” As she said it, she realized that was truly the case, and it made her smile wider. “Anyone in your life, darling?” she asked, though out of the corner of her eyes she saw one of the waiters pointing and talking to management. As soon as they started their direction, Jezebelle rose from her seat. “I think it might be time to go.”
Oh god, lick people to death. Such a hilarious mental image. Wow, if this really was the house responsible for all the drainings, Nikita was going to have to track them down in order to point and laugh in their face, because wow. How could anyone be taking this seriously?! “You’ve been beaming since you’ve turned him, darling! Glad to see you have a better man in your life. You deserve it.” Nikita gave her friend a wink before going on. “No one for me, though! You know how I operate - hook up with a random guy on and off then move on with my life. Only things they’re good for in my book are their dicks and grunt work.” She snorted at the word ‘dick,’ obviously showing the lovely effects the blood was having on her before turning around to look where Jezebelle was staring at, noticing the waiter speaking with someone important looking. “Awwww! Someone’s going to ruin our fun! Come on, darling, we can take our party back to your place!” She giggled while rummaging through her purse and pulling out some money to throw on the table. “This one’s on me, don’t you worry!” And then Nikita stood up from her seat to head on out... or at least attempted. She barely walked to steps before stumbling and almost fell flat on her face, though instead latched onto Jezebelle to stabilize herself, and all Nikita could do was laugh.
“Not too fast!” Jezebelle laughed, catching Nikita only to grab hold of a chair to stabilize herself as well. Once they were both on their feet, she was much better at keeping her friend up, though she could not stop giggling if she tried. “I’ll get the next one. Promise!” she said, looking over her shoulder at the annoyed manager as they made their way towards the door. At least they didn’t have to be escorted out or Jezebelle was sure they’d never be allowed back in. The warm air hit as they stepped outside and Jezebelle took a deep breath, looking up at the stars. “I’d blink myself home, but I might end up in a tree,” she snickered. “Can you call your driver?” They’d barely made it outside, so walking probably wasn’t an option.
“No blinking for you! It’s not safe!” Was that on par with drunk driving? Nikita wasn’t sure, nor did she wish to find out. “Sure thing! He should be around here somewhere... IOURI!” The vampire then called out in Russian, not even bothering to use her phone. He would hear her eventually and after crying and flailing about for a good minute, the Jaguar came peeling out from around the corner and roared on up to them. “See! We have a ride!” The driver seemed awfully confused as to why his boss was speaking in French more so than why she was completely plastered, though still hopped on out to open the door for the two to stumble into. “We’re dropping this lovely little number back at her place first. Oh, and drive fast!” And with that said, he slammed on the gas and away they went, leaving Nikita giggling the whole time.
When Jezebelle had asked Nikita to call her driver, she had meant on the phone, not by yelling and waving her arms wildly. It was a sight that made her break down in laughter once more, tickled by how it seemed to work despite it’s wildness. “We’re going to 3207 South 7 Springs Road,” Jezebelle said between giggles. “North side of town-- that’s bizarre, going north to get to the southern part of the road. Hmm...” She was at the point where she wasn’t making much sense, but at least she still had her feet under her. Mostly. So what if she needed Nikita for support? They were there so much faster than Jezebelle expected, and when Jezebelle opened the door, she practically slid out on to the ground. “Oh!” she laughed. “Would you like to come in for-- for a night cap?” They certainly didn’t need it, but it was polite to offer.
Nikita was right behind her friend with the whole falling out thing, laughing as she patted Jezebelle on the back. “I’ll come in for just about anything, you know that! Come on, let’s go to your place. It’s... right... there!” She pointed at the front door while trying to help Jezebelle steady herself, though even after a few steps, Nikita was still wobbling and not making much progress to the house.
And thankfully for them, Graham had only been home for barely a half an hour when he heard roaring laughter coming out front. He was in the process of flipping through one of Jezebelle’s chemistry books when he heard it. Even Kismet raised an antenna at that one. The hell...?! Closing the book, Graham made his way on over to the front to poke out the window, eyes widening at the sight of his drunken sire and her best friend. “Shit, and they said I had addiction problems...” With a grin, he propped the door open and raised an eyebrow at the two ladies while making his way on over to them. “Have a fun night out?”
“Oh, we had a blast!” Nikita exclaimed in her bursting amusement... and still in French. Graham just stood there for a second and blinked.
“I’m going to take that as a yes... hopefully.”
Upon spotting Graham, Jezebelle broke out into a widen grin. If she had the legs to walk on, she would have run to him, but knew better than to try. She’d likely fall flat on her face. “Graham!” she said happily. Hearing Nikita’s French next to Graham’s English made her laugh hysterically, recalling how she’d done the same at the bar. “It was wonderful,” she said in French, then reverted to English. “We had a fabulous time! Almost got ourselves thrown out, I think, but ran away before they could try.” Having finally made her way to him, she threw her arms around his neck. “Kiss please!”
Wait... Jezebelle knew French, too? She was going to have to talk like that more so in private, because damn, it was hot, even if she was completely shit faced. The second she flung herself at him, Graham just fluttered his eyes, not knowing what to do, mostly because he was still hung up on the fact she spoke French. After a pause, he chuckle and leaned in to steal a kiss. “You’re so fucking adorable. Need to get you liquored up more often.” He rubbed his nose against hers before glance down to Nikita. “Glad you girls had a good night. That makes three of us, actually.” He picked up his sire and carried her over his shoulder before bending down to help Nikita stand up straight. “Come on, you too.”
“Oooooo, what strong arms you have!”
“Uh...”
“Pooooooooke! Teehee! You’re so lucky to have a boy toy on you, Jezebelle!”
“Ok, really now, you can stop with the French.” That said, he helped escort the two inside, trying really hard to remind himself that now was not the perfect time to think of a threesome of any sort. He didn’t want either of them killing him come morning.