𝒮 𝔱𝔢𝔣𝔞𝔫 𝒮 𝔞𝔩𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔢 (wouldberipper) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-05-23 17:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, chuck bass, stefan salvatore |
Who: Stefan Salvatore and Chuck Bass
When: Early May
Where: Victrola
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None (Vampire stuff)
Status: Complete
Stefan wanted to check in with Tyler. He didn’t want to be anywhere near the other dude when it was full moon time, but he wanted to make sure the werewolf was okay. This was a lot to deal with, for both of them, so Stefan wanted to at least check in. Caroline told him where Tyler worked, so Stefan randomly showed up one night. He figured he could check the place out, too. Because why not?
He wandered in through the front door, noticed the girls first, the bar second, and headed that way.
Another night at Victrola. Chuck often found himself coming to his club often to unwind after a long day of work. Now that Pam was running it he wasn’t constantly worried about how everything was going. Sure he still checked on things occasionally but for the most part he just had some drinks and enjoyed the view. Which was precisely what he was doing tonight, sitting at the bar for the moment instead of his couch. He noticed a man that seemed to be looking for something. “Can I help you?” Chuck asked not moving from his barstool.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Tyler? I hear he bartends here.” Stefan said. He was feeling… hungry. Almost as if he was going through withdrawls from the last blood bag he’d consumed. There was a frown on his brow, a paleness to his face that couldn’t be explained away. He sidled up to the bar and folded his arms across his chest, trying not to think about every warm body in this place as food.
That wasn’t what Chuck was expecting to hear. Why the hell would this guy be looking for Tyler of all people. He had a feeling he didn’t want to know. “He’s off tonight,” Chuck said finishing off his drink and motioning to the bartender for another. “If you’re looking for a free drink you’ll have to go elsewhere.” Yes there was some bitterness to his voice. Chuck Bass didn’t give things away for free.
Stefan’s eyes narrowed slightly. He felt insulted--a little more than he might have because of the blood running through him. Human blood made him feel things more strongly--not just the hunger, but everything else. All his other emotions were enhanced. He felt his hands ball into fists, but forced them to relax again. “I’m not looking for a free drink. What kind of guy do you take me for?”
This guy should watch just who he was narrowing his eyes at. With a wave of Chuck’s hand he could have whoever this guy was thrown out on his ass. “The kind of guy who is looking for a specific bartender,” he shot back. “Either you want a free drink or you have a thing for Tyler.” Chuck had assumed the former but with the guys response he was reconsidering.
Stefan wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean. What was with this guy, anyway? A nearly overwhelming hunger came over him and Stefan wanted nothing more than to silence this man. Permanently. To drink him until he was dry. Thankfully, Stefan was able to control those urges. “You do know there are reasons to want to talk to a person besides having a thing for them.”
“Did you miss my first question?” Chuck asked scowling. His free drink assumption still stood. “And if you came here just to talk to my bartender I also suggest you leave. I don’t pay Tyler to talk to his ‘friends’.” Chuck was running a business after all. He wasn’t always such a hard ass. But Chuck didn’t like this guy and couldn’t really care less if he gained his business or not.
Anger, not an uncommon sensation to Stefan lately, bubbled up hard and fast within him. The bloodlust could be turned into anger, but Stefan wasn’t sure which was more dangerous. He could be violent. And that led to more bloodlust. But It was sudden, and white hot. Stefan stepped closer, lowered his head, and looked the other man in the eye. His own pupils dilated as he compelled him. “You’re going to apologize to a potential customer for assuming the worst about him. Then you’re gonna go around behind the bar and mix me a free drink. Something from the top shelf. It’ll be the best drink you’ve ever made.”
Chuck blinked. “My apologies for assuming the worst,” he deadpanned. Almost robotically Chuck walked back behind the bar fixing the guy a drink. He finished making the drink handing it over. “Here you are,” he said in the same emotionless tone.
Stefan waited a moment, wanting the man to realize what was happening. He lifted the glass, took a sip, and then set it back down. “That is… probably the best mixed drink I’ve ever had. Thank you.” Stefan, wearing a devilish smirk, then he leaned across the bar one more time to make eye contact. His pupils dilated as he compelled the other man, "now, every time you see me, you'll treat me like an old friend." This was his favorite, best idea ever. "You want me to like you, you want me to like being here. Understand?" Without waiting for a reply, Stefan tipped his head in something of a bow, then turned to head out of the club.