Barclay looked at them, wondering how it would end up. Andrei was the obvious pick for trying to dominate, being an aggressive vampire with authority issues, but Mickey was... Well, Mickey. He seemed an affable, charming man-ho, but there was fire burning underneath.
Hm.
In the end, Barclay shrugged. "I say fuck 'em both," he said. "As long as they don't kiss and make up, you get to fuck 'em and not the other way around." He smiled and then, he snapped his fingers. "I got you something." He retrieved an amulet that resembled a dreamcatcher, only made of bark and leather ropes and decked out with feathers and beads. "It's a protection ward. It's not my best - my magic is nowhere near where it used to be - but it should give you some good luck. If you're ever in real trouble and in need of me, just cut the ropes. I'll know."
Mickey grinned at Ashton's bluntness, while Andrei responded with a very Ashtonesque huff. "He started it."
Mickey, not impressed, shot the vampire a wry smile. "Sure," he said, "but I'm trying. I mean, I know we're not there yet," Andrei nodded, "but we'll see. It's all I can see. And hey, it might not be so bad. I at least know Andrei throws a good party."
Andrei looked away and, almost inaudibly, said: "I'mma try too."