Eric Northman (i_bite) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-03-26 20:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | death of the endless, eric northman |
The bar (Death)
It was before sunset, Eric was already awake. He attributed it to Baba Yaga's blood. The little he'd had was enough to give him a strange sort of energy. Not that he'd be walking outside anytime soon. But he didn't feel like he was going to get the bleeds, being up with the sun, either. He didn't feel tired, he didn't feel less about anything. He felt as if he could do everything as normal. Just the sun was up, which wasn't quite normal.
The problem with being up with the sun was that he was walking around the interior of the bar and not seeing the things he should have been. The day girl, George, wasn't here. The bar wasn't cleaned. Things weren't being set up for the coming night.
Eric didn't like it when he wasn't obeyed. Especially when he was paying somebody to do what he said. This was beyond just being late, too. There was hours worth of work that needed to be done. She hadn't even been here. He would have been able to tell if she'd come and then gone. And she hadn't.
He went to his office to see if a note had been left, and found nothing. He looked around the bar for any sign of anything and found nothing again. If she'd just forgotten to set her alarm, she'd better be ready to grovel for forgiveness, and if it was anything else, she'd better have a good fucking explanation.
As if dealing with the City's humans wasn't bad enough, now he had to deal with a flaky reaper.