A Long Night on the Job ~Open~

[Blayne Sullivan]

Blayne Sullivan

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Blayne was almost halfway done with his shift as a server at Carnivale. The night had been more fun then he'd expected. First, the pretty teal mask he'd finally been given was sexy as hell. Second, his ass had been grabbed more than once, and he hadn't minded in the least. Third, he'd gotten to play with some very nice vampires who'd wanted a little more than some of his blood. The thought made him smirk along with the memories of the day's, or rather the night's, deviant delights. His ass looked good in the side-less blue briefs he'd chosen earlier in the night (because he hadn't gotten the chance to go shopping yet) and his scars were glimmering in the club lights underneath a thin layer of sweat, created in earnest. 

There was a huge smile on his face as he moved fluidly through the club, weaving his way through the huge crowd of people that tended to flock around the bar, hoping for a glance of something that they couldn't have themselves. He'd only worked here for a few weeks, first cleaning up and stocking drinks, but he'd quickly been promoted from his janitorial duties to a position he felt more comfortable filling. He swiftly adjusted the red band around his arm, as it had decided to slip sometime between entering the private room and leaving it. Mr. DiPaulo insisted upon nothing less than perfection, and Blayne wasn't one to give a handsome man anything less than what he expected... Especially not when he had designs to possibly talk that man into his bed... Or office, or bathroom... Hell, anywhere really. He was quite taken with his new boss. It wasn't just the man's blatant sexuality, nor his masculine attractiveness... No... It was the way he carried himself with calm command. It was something that made the usually dominant lycan want to submit.

These not-so-new thoughts sent hot blood coursing through his veins. Blayne looked down to see his underwear tenting. He looked back up with a smile before grabbing a tray off the bar and heading back out onto the floor, eager to perform his job and milk the job's "perks" for all that they were worth. 

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His "uniform"

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[Vesperes Van Hasselt]

   Ancient or no, Vesperes wore a pleased sort of smirk as he entered the rather racy club for the second time since arriving in District Three.  He was no more dressed as a Kaiser today then he had been the last time.  Tight jeans and the equally form fitting shirts he wore went well with his youthful visage, and in truth, Vesperes was one to revel in looking good, when times were as idle as these.  Hell, he reveled in looking good all the time, who was he kidding? It just so happened, no one looked quite as tasty in military wears as he did (in the Prussian's not so humble opinion).  

   Pausing once he had entered the establishment, Vesperes ran his hands over the his grey over shirt to smooth the fabric over his lean form, before making a point to hook his thumbs in his pockets, and cock his hip out just a bit. Didn't he just look like some barely legal kid with far too much time and not enough sense on his hands? How fortunate then that he came with his own 'protector'.  Lashes lowering, he glances back to his companion, especially pleased that Klaus had seen fit t ask him out to the club in question. 

    As he waited for the larger German to take charge, his gaze slipped down along the older vampire's form.  Klaus always did look good in a suite, and he couldn't help but smirk just a bit more wickedly.  Their respective outfits were already filling his mind with a couple different 'games' they might play in private. For now though, he filed such matters away for another time, and instead made a point to arch his body once the other was close, seeming to gravitate in a somewhat subtle way, looking for the other's touch.  Indeed, he'd hardly have to show any signals, no doubt Klaus new damn well just how welcome those strong hands on his lithe form would be. 

   "Lassen Sie uns sehen, was Wild soll gefunden werden", he offered playfully. Lowering his lashes, he even made a point to rather 'inappropriately' brush his backside up against the older vampire, if the other so happened to have positioned himself well for such a display.  Either way, he very much meant it; whatever happened here tonight, he fully meant for the pair of them to enjoy themselves... Then maybe they could 'enjoy' themselves again when they were alone later. 

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Notes: Klaus will be joining us ^^... also << it is really hard to get a passable translation for 'let's see what game is afoot' in German ^^;;;

Ves Outfit - (one on the left)

[Klaus Brauer]

The German's presence was likely felt by those nearest to where he stood, the taller vampire stepping up easily behind the Prussian Kaiser to survey all that lay before him. Carnivale was indeed a place of many delightful things...things that he could see both himself and Vesperes enjoying most thoroughly, and though it might seem strange to those that did not know the seemingly expressionless man in the well-fitted charcoal grey suit, Klaus certainly planned on making sure they had a very good time indeed. 


It was Klaus's opinion that he and Vesperes had been away from each other for far too long. He remembered one time that was really rather long ago that Vesperes had seen fit to keep himself away from his Germanic elder for a few months, all in the interest of self-punishment, and honestly he'd felt ragged by the time he'd finally bitten the bullet and gone to see him himself. It was...painful, being so separated, and had been more so this time around as he'd long since accepted the nature of his feelings for the smaller blond male standing in front of him. More so simply because the time apart had been longer, and though it had been it Klaus's suggestion, it had not been willing on either of their parts. 


His eyes absently continued to take in the rest of the 'scenery', occasionally slipping downward to study his companion to guage just where his interests lay tonight. With Vesperes, one could never tell whether he'd choose a male, or a female...or sometimes even both if the need was great enough in him, and in this moment, Klaus could afford to be generous. A hand lighted on one of those slim hips, curving over it in a subtle show of possession - that single action enough to let anyone near them know that Vesperes was /his/, and that anything that the smaller male did to encourage the staff to enjoy themselves as much as they were going to was a gift that should not be taken lightly. But again, he could afford to be generous. Because it didn't matter how much 'fun' they intended to have in the Italian's famed den of debauchery. When that 'fun' ended, Klaus would take Vesperes home...and there would be no room left for Ves to remember even a minute of his time spent here as Klaus fully intended on making sure to thoroughly imprint exactly how extensive his claim on the pretty Prussian was. 


"Ja...", he said quietly, an amused grin starting to play at the corners of his lips as he noted the light of mischeif in the other's eyes. A chuckle escaped - a chuckle that soon turned into a playful growl as that 'inappropriately' brushing backside came into rather intimate contact with his front. The hand at the  other's hip tightened it's grip, subtly pulling the other's backside in more snugly against his pelvis even as he leaned down to growl softly directly into the other's ear. "Mmmm ... Ich mag es, wenn Sie zu necken. Vor allem, da ich weiß, dass später werden Sie betteln..." 

He let those words sink in, then paused to nip lightly at the smaller male's earlobe before finally releasing his hold on the other and taking a step ahead. The bouncers nearby instantly straightened their posture, as Klaus's mere /presence/ could seem to demand an almost military precision in everything from the way one stood, to the way one spoke. Klaus's nod was one of subtle approval before he paused in the entrance to the main part of the club...a single glance given over his shoulder at Vesperes to signal that he should come along. Once Vesperes was beside him, he'd offer the crook of his elbow in gentlemanly fashion. " Fragen Sie mich nett, und Sie können sich dafür entscheiden, die wir spielen mit ersten ...", he offered in easy, if commanding tones...even if a hint of wickedness did dare to show itself in his eyes. Klaus was well aware of what sort of pleasure Vesperes would take from what the differences in their appearance would make people think, and well, this was one little game that the German didn't mind playing in public. If Vesperes had an answer though, it would be done as he was being escorted to a table of Klaus's choosing, though happily for the other - or so Klaus hoped as he really did so enjoy pleasing his younger cousin - it would be in a spot that would position them at the center of the majority of whatever 'action' this place could attract. 

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[Blayne Sullivan]

Blayne Sullivan

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The music was pumping and so was his body as he went about his job, subconsciously thrusting his hips with the beat as he moved from table to table offering drinks. He'd already had two customers slip their numbers into the waistband of his briefs. Blayne was flattered, really. He also wasn't too keen on the idea of getting into trouble with Zeo for picking up dates on-the-job, so he'd chuckled and handed them back with good humor and no explanation. 

As he moved from table to table, a strongly alluring scent hit him. It was masculine, aroused, and vampire... His favorite clientele. He glanced towards the door to see two attractive men, obviously together, in a rather compromised situation. He couldn't help but grin and hope to the gods that they decided to sit in his section. In his usual spur-of-the-moment attitude, he decided to ensure that they did. Blayne made mental note of how which of his tables had drinks and was pleased to realize that they all did. Beautiful. The fact that no one needed him at the moment provided an opportunity to sell his "wares" up close and personal. 

He moved quickly and gracefully through the throng of dancers towards the couple, straightening the red band on his arm. Gotta be perfect if you're gonna be forward. Blayne moved across the club with what could be called a swagger and a huge, charming smile plastered on his face. He kept note of other's reactions as he did to be sure that he was as hot as he felt. The prognosis was good... Very good. He even gave a few attractive admirers a wink as he passed. Man, was he feeling good tonight. The pair had a very nice little moment where the more commanding one pulled the smaller one against his hip. Blayne saw this as a good sign.

And wouldn't you know it... They were making a beeline straight towards him. He gave an internal squeal of delight as he closed in on them. He added a seductive sway to his hips and stopped in front of them. "Excuse me sirs. Can I get you something to drink? You look positively..." He couldn't help but tilt his head a little to the side to give them a good look at his throbbing jugular along with a suggestive little smirk. "Parched." Oh, he knew it probably wasn't a good idea to offer himself up so easily, but who could blame him? 

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[Vesperes Van Hasselt]

  Vesperes was actually quite a proud person, but facts were, just feeling Klaus pull him in close, and utter those words, foretelling of the begging to come, it made him want for that later now. Likely, the brief lowering of lashes, and that sideways glance that was both mischievous but also affection said as much. If not, there was a soft exhale that helped release some of that pleasant tension.  However, the corner of a lip did twitch back into his smirk, as he did rather like the idea of having some fun here, and at least for now, his madness was not spiking to the point that delaying his satisfaction would be harmful.  

   Still, even with his resolve, the softest whimper did escape as the other nipped at him.  His gaze followed Klaus as he moved, lashes remaining lowered, though his eyes did move downward briefly to get a good look. His lips quirked a bit, though not just in appreciation of the view but also in the way Klaus very presence made others snap to attention.  Vesperes loved that about the older vampire, as he had always been impressed with Klaus' military prowess. It made him long for the days they could so put their skills to use. 

   As Klaus looked back and gestured for him to come along, he eagerly joined the other's side, though he offered a smile that was a bit more flirtatious than mischievous, as he took the offered arm, and lean in and run his free hand lightly against Klaus' front, before slipping back into a position that better allowed him to walk along side the other .  

   "I can have any one I want?", he asks as if to persuade the other, though it was hardly necessary. Still he did brush his free hand against that arm, and truthfully, he was already considering what he knew lay beneath that suit. He really should focus on the game though. His admiration of the successful business was given a slight reprieve as one of Zeo's workers moved in to address them. 

   Now, Vesperes was a man that knew something about staking claims. Indeed, the Prussian was incredibly possessive, and he was quite certain he recognized a server hoping to make a claim on the pair of them. It amused him some, and the subtle offer of that vein certainly had him wanting to sink in fangs into something... eventually. Lowering his lashes at the other, Vesperes considered the lycan a moment.  Leaning in once more, he turned just a bit to better position himself to rest his hand against the other's shoulder, while still keeping his gaze on the lycan. "What do you think? ... Should we sample the puppy?" 

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[Klaus Brauer]

Lips twitched subtly at the lycan's approach, his cool grey eyes skimming briefly over the surface of what was presented on what was essentially a silver platter for the pair of them to consume. Subtly, that gaze narrowed as it studied every inch on display - appraising the quality of the server, as it were, as he hardly wanted to allow his Vesperes to settle for something less than quality. He was a pretty thing though, this male, from head to feet - and certainly such a thing was rather easy to see by the lack of clothing covering his form, and wasn't that just lovely? Klaus was, after all, a man who enjoyed knowing what he was buying up front.

" Er ist ein hübsches Ding..." Klaus said in easy and rather deceptively conversational tones, and yes, purposely in his native tongue...the man not being one to say such views outright in case it should somehow make the price of the wares go up, though he k. Another once-over was offered, though this time his lips quirked into a bit of a smirk of his own as that vein was thrust out at them in what was clearly meant to provoke a purchase.  "Und so eifrig zu verkaufen ...." He chuckled, a calculating light entering into his eyes briefly as they finally settled fully on the server's. 


"You will start by showing us to a table. We can not properly enjoy the...atmosphere...simply standing here." Klaus began, a hint of mischief making him utter the command rather than directly state whether he intended to make use of the 'pretty thing' right away. Perhaps it was Vesperes that brought this side of him out, but he certainly was in the mood to play...and what better way to do so than to leave the eager little serving boy wondering just a bit.  

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Notes: Another one I forced...but I think it's okay. I guess. -_- 

[Blayne Sullivan]

Blayne Sullivan

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Their voices skimmed along his ears like the finest silk. The lovely accent of the first, asking if they should "sample the puppy" followed by the other's smooth German creating a shiver that ran up his spine. Sure, he didn't understand the language, but his offer seemed well received. The larger man ordered, and that's what it was, him to take them to a table to enjoy the atmosphere. "Of course sir. My name is Blayne, by the way." He gave both of them a suggestive wink before turning to weave his way back to his tables.

It was frustrating, not being given an answer, but being directed to immediately show them to a table. The man had smirked and said something else in German before speaking in English, yet the order didn't match that lifting of the corners of his mouth. Maybe that's just how he was? Commanding and domineering were the words that came to Blayne's mind immediately upon hearing the command.

As he skillfully moved through the crowd, his body seductively brushing past others, he made sure to lead his customers straight into large groups. Blayne knew how the press of bodies in a purely platonic yet still sexual way effected people... And he definitely wanted these men effected as he knew he was. Just the thought of these men sinking their fangs into him sent his heart into a dance, and not entirely a healthy one where his lycan nature was concerned. So far, his customers were happy using his hands and mouth... But these two seemed the kind to enjoy other activities. He just hoped they wouldn't mind his inability to control himself... And that whichever part of his other half that showed up decided to be friendly.

He came to the smooth topped table and brushed his fingers along the edge before signalling that they should sit. Lucky him, Blayne's section was right in the middle of all the action. He would wait for them to take their seats before leaning over the table, shifting his weight between his feet to give his ass a nice, subtle sway. "Is there anything I can get you gentlemen?" With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Blayne smiled in a bright, friendly matter and waited for an answer.

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[Vesperes Van Hasselt]

  Lowering his lashes some as Klaus spoke, the Prussian couldn't quite help the way the corner of his lips slipped up in a subtle smirk.  He was no less amused by the server's eagerness, but it was also satisfying to see Klaus in good spirits, and pleased. Indeed, it seemed that either they would be sampling the boy, or they were going to have a bit of fun at his expense. Either way, Vesperes was pleased, and showed his pleasure by brushing his fingers not so subtly along the older vampire's front, keeping clear of intimate areas... at least for now. 

  Following along to the table Blayne lead them too, Vesperes quite quickly identified their path.  It wasn't a bad one, per say, but he didn't want to rush enjoying themselves, especially as Klaus was feeling playful. He hardly needed any encouragement to be ready for sex, and he really shouldn't be prompted too much, not when he didn't think relief was close at hand. So, as they moved, he kept close to his Vetter as a means to have an anchor of sorts.  Also, he knew from experience that others weren't likely to bump into Klaus if they could help it. Vesperes himself might be able to boast such a thing, except that in this instant, he really wasn't of a mind to will others away from him. 

    However the journey went, Vesperes was trying to ignore his own wayward 'thoughts' and sat himself at the table in question. No doubt he would be close to Klaus, neither of them would hardly want there to be any significant difference between them.  As the server brought up the matter getting them anything, he lowered his lashes in the direction of Klaus, a coy little glance to the one at his side, head only turning slightly, to allow for him meeting the other's gaze through the corner of a single eye. 

   " I wouldn't know what to try... you will order something good for us, won't you?", he asks in a reverent seductive tone.  Yes, he was being playful, but it wasn't all an act. He respected Klaus a great deal, and certainly he was feeling quite eager to 'enjoy' the older vampire. Meanwhile, a hand settled on the other's thigh, not in that dominant, claiming manner, but rather too offer gentle strokes to broadcast his willingness to entice the other.  Absently, he did wonder if Klaus was in the mood for the blood to be spiked, and if so with what.  Then of course there was the matter of the source, as Klaus could just as easily turn the male before them away, or request another.   

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[Klaus Brauer]

His lips quirked, the older vampire finding himself rather amused - at both the server finding it necessary to introduce himself, and at the waves of frustration that could be felt pouring off of the lycans body at least as much as the heat drifting of his skin. A rather admittedly pleasant heat, giving him a brief moment of a deeper understanding of why his progeny might prefer the blood and warmth that a lycan's body had to offer. There were other reasons too, reasons that Klaus did not want to delve into at this time as they would certainly darken his mood, but they were pushed aside in the interest of keeping things fun. 


The amusement, though, would soon find itself put on a back burner as the server seemed to purposely lead them through crowds - bodies of unkown persons seemingly invited to simply brush or bump into them. It was not well done, nor was it something that Klaus himself found terribly convenient either. He wanted his Vesperes on that knife-edge of need, not so overflowing with it that he couldn't help but fall into the arms of whatever happened to want him for the night. Luckily though, his mere presence was enough to keep a clear path...and any that might have had a mind to be grabby despite that clear, and concise aura of pure, dominating energy that seemed to radiate out of him - well, a rather pointed  and cold stare was more than enough to encourage them to keep those hands to themselves. 


"Tch..." Klaus said, the single noise soft but still managing to be full of a perhaps mocking reproach for their server...but he left it at that as he gracefully took the seat that he was lead to and took his time settling in comfortably and pulling his Vesperes in just a bit closer to his side while the smaller vampire seemed to ponder over what to have before ultimately leaving the decision to him. Klaus smiled, the expression warm and affectionate as it was meant for Vesperes, and Vesperes alone, before he turned back to the server and eyed him in a calculating fashion. Yes, Blayne was a pretty one - a bit larger than his personal tastes lay, but still quite pretty indeed. And he smelled delicious - the lycan's blood likely rich in proteins and other things that made one's blood tasty. No doubt that Blayne would certainly, and conveniently, be the one to serve them this night. Though certain things would have to be taken care of, prior, of course. 


A slow, perhaps even arrogant smile formed on his lips and without uttering a word, he crooked a finger at the boy - encouraging the lycan to come in closer. And if Blayne was so very obliging, as it appeared likely he would be, Klaus took his time in studying the way the man was built - and in the way the blood seemed to thrust itself rather invitingly up against the veins and skin that covered it. Absently, the tip of his tongue trailed over the front of a fang - his upper lip curling slightly so such a thing could be visible as Klaus was all too aware of the effect such a simple gesture could have on one eager to please and feed a vampire. "Tell me..." He said, letting a rich purr slip into his heavily accented, but otherwise perfect English. "When was the last time you ate and what was the last thing you ate and drank?" It might seem a trivial and silly question, but to a vampire it was everything as even foods could alter the taste of one's blood, and Klaus, well if he was going to feed then he wanted everything to be to his and in this instance, to his Vesperes's liking. 

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[Blayne Sullivan]

Blayne Sullivan

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The vampires followed him, but not exactly happily. The smaller one stuck to the bigger one's side like glue and every time he glanced back, the crowd had parted to give them space only to close back up behind them. The larger man's aura of dominance seemed to have that effect on people and made the whole point of taking them through the crowd just about moot. An internal sigh and watching them sit at the table, sexual tension just about sizzling, made up for it.
 
The way the smaller male deferred to the larger one for a decision had him wondering how this would all happen... What role he was going to play. He didn't really care, of course, but it was always nice to know what he was getting himself into. His lean onto the table with his hands turned into him just about laying across the table, supported by his elbows, after the larger of the two motioned him closer.

The slow journey of tongue over fang didn't go unnoticed, but Blayne was so used to being teased in that way that it had lost it's spice. It was still sexy as hell and he knew the man would expect a reaction, so he gave a little shiver and lightly bit his lower lip before answering. "Well, I went for a little run before my shift this evening, got myself a tasty little organic treat for breakfast." He spoke with a wry smile. Sure, the rabbit hadn't been much but he figured it counted as food. "As for the last thing I drank... I had a bottle of water on my lunch break." 

He knew they'd probably ask him to eat something else and possibly to get shit-faced. That's what a lot of the others had done. He definitely understood the draw... Of course, it took a lot more for him to get drunk than it would a human, and he didn't usually stay that way for long. 

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Notes: Yup... Short, forced and bad. 

[Vesperes Van Hasselt]

   There had never been any question that Klaus would be able to keep him from getting drawn into the activities of the crowd.  Really, it had been a good tactic, and if not for his weakness, and his specific desire not to give into it this night, he would have appreciated the cleverness of the lycan. He could give him a bit of leeway with that. However, Vesperes found himself lowering his lashes in thought at the other put on airs of response.  Clearly this lycan needned a lesson, actually, there were two distinct ones he could think of off hand.

   "Perhaps you are unfamiliar with our accents", he suggests in a calm, soft voice which paused briefly. "We are German... and Germans don't care much for falsehood, certainly not for the sake of flattering", his tone changed to be more stern, but it still didn't rise in tone. Of course, he didn't usually identify as German, rather as Prussian, but he was hardly in the mood to deal with educating an American. 

   His gaze had found the server, shifting in a way that promoted his dominant nature. Technically speaking, Vesperes submitted only to Klaus regularly, and he could count on a single hand how many were able to truly claim him. Vesperes was quite used to calling the shots, and the fact was that he was deciding that maybe it was time for a far different game. It was the sort he could only achieve with his Klaus, and perhaps they would change their mind about carrying through with it, but at least for now, it seemed like a very good game in deed. 

    "Ich denke, wir sollten eine Lektion lehren ihn.", he offers easily for Klaus' ears, his tones a bit wicked. "Clearly you have been entertaining children if you don't muster true responses to the interest of our kind."  No, he didn't sound offended, rather he purred these words to the lycan male. "Ich denke, wir sollten auf ihn, zu arbeiten, bis er verzweifelt ist.", he begins with that playful tone aimed in the elder German's direction.

  "Dann fressen wir, und verlassen ihn...Herr DiPaulo hat das, was wir brauchen, um ihn zu disziplinieren, bin ich sicher." Oh and wasn't he being naughty. Of course, it wouldn't do to harm any of Zeo's people. If they didn't end up giving in, and did follow such a plan, they could always inform one of his coworkers of a need for assistance to be let loose. "Nachdem Sie können 'Kümmere dich um mich'."

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[Klaus Brauer]

His eyes had already begun to narrow ever so slightly the moment their server shifted his positions...though this was the only outward sign of any sort of emotion that he would display. Or rather the only outward sign of any sort of /honest/ emotion. After all, German or no - Klaus had been alive for a considerable amount of time and one didn't spend so much time on this earth and not learn to at least understand if not appreciate the benefits of keeping some things in reserve. 


Now, it wasn't that he was offended - not precisely - he just didn't care for false displays. The way Klaus figured it, it was entirely up to those that found themselves in the position of being a meal for him whether it would be a pleasant experience or not. It hardly mattered to him as, really, the end results were the same. And the way this particular lycan was playing things, he was looking for a very unpleasant time indeed as Klaus wasn't the sort to waste niceties on those that could not be honest with him. Perhaps the other's display might have gone unnoticed by a vampire that was less than what Klaus was - and that was a rather powerful ancient - but it did not slip beneath the elder Germanic's radar.

There was the possibility, of course, that the male's little act was meant to be seen as a willingness to be fed from, as even a desire to have such a thing done - regardless of how much of a 'show' it was. After all, Klaus was one to keep to the interests of fairness and therefore all angles would be considered thoroughly before a course of action would be considered. So he kept his opinion mostly to himself, other than that faint narrowing of eyes, and waited until Vesperes had finished speaking before speaking himself - though his words were really only for the other vampire, as was likely made clear by his choice of language.  


"Es ist süß, dass er denkt, dass seine Bereitschaft wichtig genug, um es anzuzeigen..." , he said softly, a smile slowly curving his lips to match his tones - tones that were almost blatantly amused. A moment's pause was given as he continued his almost detached study of the male currently trying so hard to 'entice' them, a hint of a chuckle escaping his lips before he finally settled back in his chair and turned his attention fully to the smaller male beside him. "Ach, Jugend." The smile faded and all that was left was a perhaps curiously analytical expression as he turned his gaze back to their server. "Und die Unwissenheit der es ..." A brow rose coolly, the words allowed to trail off and sink in before finally he chose to 'enlighten' the only non-German speaking person at their table. 


"My companion and I, we were just discussing what we should do with you." A hand settled on the table's top, fingers moving to tap once upon the surface in thought. "We have some rather...interesting choices...though I suppose you are unaware of any offense caused by your actions?" That brow remained raised, his voice conversational and even pleasant, despite the fact that his words likely made it clear that not all of their options in regards to dealing with the other were pleasant at all. At least not for him. "Personally, I believe that your mistakes are due to your youth...and your rather mistaken belief that you know how the world works and can mold it to your benefit." And with this he did smile, though the expression was more a brief baring of fangs than anything despite the cool amusement present in it. "So, I've decided to educate you a bit. When a vampire asks what you've eaten, vague answers are not appropriate. We are showing you a courtesy in letting you know ahead of time that we plan on sinking fangs into your veins and draining you, in part, of your very precious vital fluids. You will do us the same and give us the courtesy of a detailed response - or we will forget to be so kind." His head tilted to the side, expression absently thoughtful as if he realized this might take a bit for the other to understand. Once he was satisfied that his words had reached the other's brain, he spoke again, his words still calm and never raising above the pleasant pitch he'd originally spoken in. " Now, water is all well and good, but what - in specific - did you last consume as a meal?"  

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[Blayne Sullivan]

Blayne Sullivan

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He couldn't help the small lift of a brow as the smaller one began to speak. Oh great, he'd done something wrong. First a slew of German, and then something about falsehoods? Aaaand more German. He couldn't help but sigh and stand straight as the other male began to speak in German as well. The larger man was giving him the squinty eyes too... Oh, he knew of falsehoods... And those pleasantly amused tones were definitely false, at least part of them. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't completely stupid. When they were done making sure he couldn't understand them, the larger one finally spoke in English.

They were discussing what to do with him? The way that the man spoke indicated that not all of their ideas were good ones. At least, not for him. "No sir, I didn't know that I caused offence, nor did I mean to." Cute, sensual Blayne was gone. What was left was all business. No, he hadn't meant to give offence, nor would he ever. He respected Mr. DiPaulo too much to disrespect a customer. He wasn't offended by the vampire's opinion that his mistakes were because he was young. In fact, he agreed. Blayne wasn't completely in the dark about what his customers expected of him, but there were definitely some things he could still learn. He couldn't help but give an almost silent "Yes sir." when the man smiled, not when he felt like an unruly child being threatened with the sting of a belt.

He only felt more like a chastised kid when the man said he'd teach him something. Ah... So it was his cute answer that the man didn't like. His jaw tightened as the embarrassment creeped in. Well, it was a lesson that Blayne would remember for a long time. "I went for a run before my shift and snagged a rabbit. It was about three pounds, male. I don't like to eat heavy meals before I work." He was straight to the point. If these men didn't appreciate his little "act", then he wouldn't put it on for them. Sure, he loved his job, but he valued his dignity even more. Even though the playful sensuality that was truly him was much more fun and appealing, he'd grit his teeth and put on his polite face for these men. He clasped his hands behind his back and played the nice waiter. "Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?"

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[Vesperes Van Hasselt]

   Leaning back, Vesperes lowered his lashes as he listened to the older German. The corner of his lip had lifted up in a subtle smirk, as he simply admired the other. Oh, he was listening of course, but that didn't take away from his enjoyment of Klaus, and the way the other could take charge.  Honestly, he did feel a bit bad for the boy. Oh sure, Vesperes could be violent and cruel, but his emotional displays were more common, which meant it was far more likely someone could irritate him and get away with little actual repercussion. Klaus though, he was always in control, and when he took exception to something, it was more likely to be a serious matter. 

    Then there was the lycan, the shift in his demeanor was amusing to him in its own right. However, the Prussian was growing bored.  That could happen with him, after all, Vesperes had been used to being entertained when he was a child, and had very little idle time.  Then as he had grown there had been villages to pilfer, wars to wage, human nations to monitor, and other royals to put in their place. There had been a time in his life when he had been constantly in danger, and hardly ever had a chance to relax, so little surprise that things didn't always capture his attention for very long.  Studying his finger nails absently, his gaze lingered there for a time.

    There was just a spark of mischief that lighted his eyes, and as Klaus continued to deal with the matter at hand, Vesperes decided to get himself into a bit of trouble.  With the cover of that table to justify his lack of concern that the one being disciplined might notice, Vesperes discretely slipped his hand over to the side. Fingertips 'walked' their way along a thigh, slipping up over it to get just a bit more daring than he really ought to. Klaus was, after all, the one that called the shots.  Still, Vesperes couldn't help but wonder, would his Vetter 'ignore' his behavior in favor of continuing to deal with the naughty puppy, or would he manage both tasks? If only he could figure out a way to make things a bit more 'difficult' for the puppy too, that would be amusing. 

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[Klaus Brauer]

It wasn't in him to feel...pity for the poor lycan, but he could be gracious when education was taken well. And this boy, well he certainly seemed to do that. Lashes lowered, his lips subtly twitching as he felt a set of impish fingers climbing up his thigh and then attempting to dip back down into more intimate territory - but that was the only outward sign of acknowledgement he'd offer Vesperes. At least until his hand moved in to swiftly, but gently, take hold of that hand and remove it from his person - pressing it lightly in against the cushy seat cover between them. It was quietly done, and quick...but would likely make it perfectly clear that he fully expected the Prussian to behave himself. For now anyway. 


"Excellent.", the single word was spoken calmly, those twitching lips of his finally moving into a subtle sort of smile as Klaus kept his attention on Blayne. "Go about and take care of your others tables...and once they have all that they need, please return with a list of beers that you have on tap. If anything is palatable, we will augment your blood with it just a bit...if not, then your blood alone should suffice." He paused a bit, arching a brow slightly. "And please don't be too long. Germans are not known for being the most...patient sort of customer." And with this he did chuckle, showing a bit of humor even if it was perhaps at his own expense. 

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Word Count: 256 Sorry so short.