Eric Northman (i_bite) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-08-09 16:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric northman, joanna harvelle |
The Mashup (Jo)
Eric thought to check on Fangtasia after a little while spent in the arms of his witch. Pam knew enough to run it on her own, and he didn't doubt her ability or commitment to the club, but every once in a while he liked to drop in and let the employees know that they still had to answer to him.
When he approached, the building looked different to him. Bigger, was the most noticeable part. Still the rich blood red that it had been painted. But the neon sign was missing. Nowhere on the outside was it designated Fangtasia. Nor were their posters in their nice movie-style frames. And the door was now situated directly in the center, instead of off to one side.
Confused, and a bit irked, Eric wandered in. What he saw stopped him in his tracks just on the other side of the threshold. The interior of the bar was changed more than the exterior had been. It seemed to be divided in half. One side, the dark red on the walls, the pitch black tile on the floors. On the other, wood. Wood floors. Wood on the walls. Even his lovely black laquor bar changed halfway, into something of old, worn wood. Beautiful hand picked red and black furniture butted up against used up stools and tables.
It pissed him off.
Being well before the time when Fangtasia would normally open, there was nobody there for him to yell at. Eric considered just setting fire to the whole thing. It was during this brooding fantasy that he noticed somebody else.