"Publishing a few articles could never come close to what I make here. Maybe if I get around to finishing a few novels I've started.." she shrugged, "Well, I suppose if I was able to get them published and sold.. in mass.. yeah, I could make the kind of money I want." She looked at Mal carefully, "I really want to write biographies. Let me know if you ever wanna dish on your hundreds of years. You'd be a fascinating subject, and if it did get sold, people would buy it as fiction."
Frankie caught a look from her boss as he continued to cower behind the bar. "Sorry, give me just a second. I'll be right back."
She slipped her sore feet back into the heels and hurried back over to her boss. He wasn't happy. "Get him out of my den," the vampire informed Frankie in a growling voice. "I don't care what you have to do, just make it happen. Either he leaves or you lose your job."
Frankie frowned. So much for Malakai working in her favor. She was quiet for a second. "If I get him to go by asking him to come home with me," she had a feeling Malakai was listening, and she hoped he'd go along with it, "Will you still pay me for the full night?"
Considering her offer as he looked around the den at the few terrified patrons that remained, the man begrudgingly agreed with a shake of his head. "Go," he grumbled.
Frankie didn't hesitate to head back over to the table. Just in case anyone was listening, she leaned over him, whispering in his ear as she gently stroked his neck for show. "One more favor?" she asked in a whisper before adding, "I owe you. Again."