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The vampire simply stares, a smile still lingering on his lips as if to derail any mistrust, but he seemed unable to move just then. As if in a trance, stuck in place by the sweet aroma of the handsome stranger. Many questions came to mind, but only one statement made any sense: Russell needed a taste. However, words being spoken snapped the vampire back to reality. Looking around as if disoriented, the vampire shook his head with a furrowed brow. âI apologize.â Hurrying off to stand directly across from the young man on the opposite side of the counter, the vampire offered an apologetic smile.
It surprised the vampire that he actually knew Ottoâs birthday⌠In fact, the interraction he was having just then was making him realize that heâd known Otto for quite some time. For some reason, it made him smile. âOctober 6th, 1978,â he answered. âI am. Heâs my employee,â Russell admitted without much thoughtâbetween the insatiable thirst and the hypnotizing scent, it was all he could do not to lose his shit. He had not been two mere centuries from having his 3,000 years to lose control in the hole in the road, Louisiana. It did pleased him to hear Otto had been in a hurry to get back to work, and the vampire made a mental note to give him a raise and bonus when they returned to Mississippi. âStubborn fool. Donât let him leave if he passes by again. He needs to learn to take proper care of himself.âÂ
Russell did pause at the question posed. âMaybe,â the vampire proposed. âIâve been to Merlotteâs a few times.â Not a lie, but then again, he wasnât exactly a regular. He just happened to go a few consecutive nights in a short period of time. âIâm not really a local⌠yet,â he jested. âYou from around here?âÂ
âSeems like he has a really nice boss to come get his medicine for him. Must be a really closely-knit work family.â Ambrose was reassured, but he wasnât exactly clear. He still had uncertainty by way of the silence. He peeks up at him to take more of his facial features into consideration, and back to typing he goes. He tugs the blue canvas top down, making sure he was still in proper uniform guidelines. Last thing he needed was William coming to tell him about his job title and duties that heâd been doing for quite some time. His birthday is typed in. âGive me one moment. I need to grab his bag. While I do that, there are a few pieces of information you need to agree or disagree with. Itâs going to display on the card readerâs screen. Since you arenât on his approved list, you have to read over the Terms and Conditions and press either green or red. Green is to agree. Red is to decline.â Ambrose leaves the computer for a moment to fish from the line of bags hanging on the rack behind him.Â
It had to be the bottom.Â
âIt would be nice if they actually followed alphabetical order instead of all these other criteria.â He bends first to see the names and ends up squatting. He slowly shifts from side to side, picking out each bag and reading the labels. Since his was urgent, it needed to be on the top rack. âThe hell. Who sorts by first name?â He groans. âAlright. Soon as your done with those panels, itâll let me finish checking Mr. Otto out of the system.â
He returns to the computer.Â
âIâm...not.â Ambrose blinks, looking up at him. âIâm actually from another little town. I lived in both Miami and Fort Lauderdale most of my youth.â He squints. âI couldâve sworn, but maybe not. Maybe Iâm confusing you from the many faces Iâve seen. But the voice is what is throwing me off.â He sighs, shrugging. âIâll get out of your hair. Just finish accepting. I do want to inform you itâs a twenty dollar copay with Mr. Ottoâs insurance.âÂ