A Long Night on the Job ~Open~

[Blayne Sullivan]

Blayne Sullivan

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The polite smile stayed on his face and the professional rigidity stuck to his bones like well installed metal framework. He did not look at either of them, but simply looked straight ahead, not wanting to see the possibly disapproving looks that were more than likely, in his mind, on the Germans' faces. Well, they gazed forward until the larger spoke of augmenting his blood. Shock entered his eyes for a moment as they flicked to the other's face, soon replaced with smoldering lust. He felt like a toy, something that could be tossed away and replaced with a different model at any moment... And he found that he liked it.

The corner of Blayne's mouth tilted up just a bit in a mischievous smirk when the vampire chuckled at himself. "Of course not sir. Who on earth could leave the two of you waiting... And get away with it?" The smirk turned into a grin as he turned and sashayed away, ass swinging to the beat of the music, assuming that he was forgiven for the moment.

He checked all of his tables for their orders before heading up to the bar, ordering the necessary refreshments and grabbing a list of the club's best beer. This was another perk of the job, being able to drink some of the finest stuff for free, stuff that you'd never think to order for yourself for fear of the price tag. With the normal charming, cute Blayne in full swing, he dropped the alcohol off at his other tables and returned to the Germans, list in hand. "Here you are gentlemen, the finest beers on tap today." He laid the paper on the table in the middle of the table and took his sweet time removing his hand, hoping that one of them would brush his fingers maybe just a little bit.  

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[Vesperes Van Hasselt]

   He didn't bother hiding his own grin, as his hand was dealt with. Indeed, the look on his face might have made someone thing Vesperes had just gotten away with something, rather than having been thwarted.  Still, he waited 'patiently', lashes lowered as he watched the puppy scoot off to go do Klaus' bidding. He couldn't quite help it, if his gaze slipped a bit lower on the retreating form of the lycan male.  Vesperes was very adept at appreciating a well put together body,  regardless of the gender involved.  

    "It's been a long time since I've gotten to see you take someone to task meine Vetter.", he purrs in low tones, his pleasure at seeing the other in action probably obvious.  "or since you've tried to make me be patient"  Maybe it was odd that he was no less pleased to bring that up.  Indeed, there was something about Klaus and his dominant displays.  The Prussian wasn't going to lie, it got him going.  

   "Perhaps I can have a little taste now?" Though he was being playful, and it might have sounded like he was going to try to make another 'grab' for the other, Vesperes behaved himself, and kept his hand where it had been placed.  Klaus would know well enough where all the smaller of the pair would like to get his hands.

   When the boy finally returned with the list of beer, the Prussian took the opportunity to slowly look him over.  He didn't bother to hide the fact that he was looking over the lycan male, no, he didn't mind at all if the young pretty thing knew he was being appreciated.  What really amused him though, was the way that hand seemed to linger on the offered list. This boy really seemed to want to get in Klaus' pants.  Fortunately he wasn't a vampire, of Vesperes might have felt inclined to decide if his enthusiasm needed to be reigned in. A lycan though, well he would never sink so low as to be jealous of a lycan, not where Klaus was concerned, especially.

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