little sweetie

The fae princess tended to spend more time in the french quarter than anywhere else in the city, terrible to not be in her own territory, but she assumed the vampires would not mind, after all her money was just as good as a human’s. “Oh gosh, I seem to have left my ID in my other purse, but I promise I’m of age!” Elora found herself telling a doorman, having found she had left her fake somewhere. She blinked her bright eyes at the man, hoping he would falter and let her in. “And look, there is my friend, they’re waiting on me, they can vouch!” Added she, pointing to someone in the crowd, and yelling towards them, “I’ll be in in a second!”

Standing in line, Lenah tapped her foot and leaned around the dude in front of her. With a smile, she placed a hand on his arm and moved around him. She ignored the complaints that left his mouth, worming her way through the line until she was behind the blonde holding them all up. She watched the scene for a moment. “Look, I’ll buy her way in if I have to. I’ve been waiting in line for at least half an hour. I’ve got things to do.”

Quiet jazz played as the lounge slowly filled and Lenah’s nails drummed against the table. Her gaze stayed focused on the door, waiting for one specific person. She already had his favorite drink ready and his blocked off booth waiting. And fuck if she wasn’t nervous. She was pretty sure that Nathaniel was the only person that could actually make her nervous. The vampire knew it was simply because she held a place in the clan that she wasn’t too keen on giving up. She liked her cushy place far too much, and so she went above and beyond when any wind that the clan leader was intending on showing up. Seeing the signal from the doorman, she hopped up, straightening her dress and headed to the door, smile in place before he even stepped through the door. Though a few moments passed and she didn’t see the man anywhere. 

“I thought you said he was here,” she hissed at the taller man, arms crossing tightly. She was angry with herself more than with the man she had watching the door. Too wound up, she thought harshly. Calm down.

“Okay, damn I really need to get a proper job like, I don’t know… hey wait do you think I could be a stripper? I could totally nail being a stripper.” she asked with a smirk, tilting her head a little as she looked to the other person. “I have a great ass, that helps I heard.”

“Depends on your clientele,” Lenah answered simply. “Some people like a good ass, some like tits. You’re pretty, though, so I’d say you’d make it either way.” The blonde paused looking over the other woman. “And you have to be an alright dancer.”

“Another day, another witch getting too mischievous with their powers.’ the vampire sighed, looking down at the case study of a witch being sued for cursing a vampire. “Why bother trying to flaunt powers, it only gets thrown back in your face.”

Fingering the talisman on her wrist, Lenah glanced over hearing the murmured words from a fellow vampire. She’d been studying the menu board trying to decide what exactly would keep her awake through the day. Tilting her head towards the man. “Repeat offender? Sounds like it’s happened more than once.”

Pippa was early to wake that morning, despite the late finish that she had gotten closing up the club the night before. Well, that morning really, given how late the club would run. Hell on Heels was constantly booming, the underground business that had formed beneath with fight clubs and god knows what keeping the brunette always busy. She was counting stock when she heard the door open, heading down to the main rooms of the burlesque club, ‘We’re not open–”

“You don’t say,” Lenah replied a sly smile lighting her face. “Don’t tell me you haven’t gotten any sleep yet, Pippa. I understand the whole business owner thing, but you’ve got to get rest sometime or other.” The small woman hopped up on one of the bar stools closest to her and surveyed the club. It looked so different during the day. “Need any help?”