Jett

Geraldo didn’t shy away from the truths in his life, no matter if they brought him shame or not, he wasn’t one to lie. “Am I?” he laughed openly, having heard that before by other vampires, but not a human. “I’m sorry it has to be that way for you,” he said honestly, looking him over, “I can see the appeal but it doesn’t mean it happening without your consent should be a thing.” He took a sip of his drink and sighed, “I think too many use sex as a go-to as it is, and that isn’t right. It should be about more than the physical action.”

Axel had chosen to indulge himself a little and made his way to the Pointed Fang with the intent to find some kind of entertainment, in one fashion or another. One could only find so much entertainment in one place. Taking a seat at a table for two, he ordered himself a drink. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow standing near the second seat, “Please, sit.” He offered, motioning with his hand as he shifted momentarily. “Can I buy you a drink?” Though the words were simple enough, Axel was still trying to judge if the visit was business or personal in nature.

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👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?

“Don’t have a preference, but it’s ridiculous to think I’d ever actually be able to go on a date. I’m a slave, y’know?”

💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?

“Jamming out to some tunes, defacing property, and having loads of sex.”

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

“They have to be cool, enjoy listening to music, and isn’t too afraid to get into trouble.”

“Loiter.” Mei echoed, turning around and raising a brow at the boy. “It’s a shame your boss isn’t here right now to not only teach you manners but to give you a vocabulary lesson as well. This is a store is it not? Isn’t the whole purpose of one to be about shopping?” She asked, lips pursed as she flicked her wrist and knocked over a whole display of guitar picks, the plastic bits bouncing along the floor. “Now why don’t you put that magazine down and actually make yourself useful before I find out who your boss is and let them know just who between the two of us was loitering.”

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“You look like you’re smart enough to know the difference between shopping and loitering. If you’re not doing the latter than you’ve got nothing to worry about.” He said, already not a fan of her and her presence within the store, clearly he wasn’t talking about her, but rather generally to people who liked to come in and actually do nothing while within the store. With a click of his tongue he’d drop the magazine onto the counter to move around it and pick up the display she’d just knocked over. Great, he thought, like he needed this today when the day had been going so well. He knelt down to pick up the small picks sighing as he did so finding the little plastic bits annoyingly difficult to pick up.

Ryan laughed, waving him off and nodding toward his bunk. “The red one in the left side of the closet. I got it from a vamp a few years back, but it’s warm.” He sighed, laughing. “We can’t be sexually appealing under a winter coat, how could you assume things like that? I feel like we run into this problem every year. This year is just colder ” 

while she was always grateful for such a distraction, she was curious about the harassment he was facing at work. and though she wasn’t looking closely at why it bothered her, she couldn’t have her favorite informant being grabbed or hurt. he was too …useful for such a thing. ❝ sounds like he needs to learn some manners. ❞ it wouldn’t be too difficult to find out who it was, maybe teach him a lesson or ten. ❝ bosses should take better care of their employees. don’t you agree? ❞ she was taking pretty good care of her employee, but it wasn’t how she meant it.

hundreds of years of practice came in handy, and she was glad that she was able to please her human informant as well as he did her. it was different because she’d never intended to use him for sex. the arrangement had been the same as it was with every other slave that she brought to her quarters. but then he came back, and again, and after so long, she was comfortable enough not to turn away from the first touch. ❝ something about ‘shitty’ customers. i’d like you to elaborate, ❞ she replied softly, a lazy grin on her lips as she shivered from his touch.

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the dark sheets were tangled around their legs, draped over her waist as she smiled at the human beside her. was it acceptable? to take a human to bed as she occasionally did with the male beside her? no, but she did. it was also probably looked down on, how he did her bidding. lithe fingers brushed over his cheek as she settled comfortably facing him. ❝ you were saying something before, ❞ she murmured, her leg resting over his.

Angel couldn’t help but snort at the other’s blunt honesty, eyes lighting up at the shared sentiment on vampires. “It does, doesn’t it?” Thank god he didn’t run into a snitch— a reasonable human like this made for much better conversation. “You’d think they’d get fucking bored of us by now.” 

With an exaggerated roll of their eyes, Angel moved in even closer to the other, fingers desperately reaching for the pack of cigarettes only to land on the countertop in disappointment when Jett held them just out of reach. “Well, you seem pretty eager to break the rules yourself…” Angel trailed off, thinking of anything he could possibly offer the other and finding that he was overwhelmingly distracted by the prospect of a cigarette to come up with anything worthwhile. “You really gonna make me beg like they do?” A low blow but, truthfully, Angel hadn’t realized how long it had been since their last drag and they were getting eager.  “Why don’t we share the pack? You know, in fellow slave solidarity?” A teasing smile, desperation prevalent in those tight lips. “’Fuck the man’ and all that?” 

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“As long as they have all the power they’ll never be bored.” He shrugged, thinking that they’d never get bored of their cattle. That was what the human population was to the vampires, just beings to be used and tossed. The whole idea made him scrunch his nose a bit, facing the realization that his life didn’t matter always made him feel empty. “It wouldn’t work out well for us if they did get bored.” He could imagine a whole mess for them if that ever were the case.

With those thoughts he was tempted to open up that box right there, he needed a smoke just to get himself back into his relaxed state. He’d shrug, he broke the rules because they benefited him in some way, not every rule he broke either, really was dependent on how he was feeling. In this case he didn’t mind breaking them if it meant helping out a fellow slave, like him, who happens to be subjected to the bullshit every day. “Nah, I’m only kidding.” He wasn’t an asshole, wasn’t going to act like one either (unless provoked), he’d slide the small box across the counter towards the other. “Go ahead, think I got a lighter somewhere.” He said, standing up straight now to pat his person before digging into his back pocket to pull out a book of matches. “Here, make yourself at home.”

“Not for me,” She commented – though she followed him over to the beginner section. “My brother says he wants my nephew to learn music, and his birthday is soonish. I have half a mind to buy him drums and make my brother regret asking me to buy it – plus I’ll be a cool Aunt.” Of course, she thought she was already but she also didn’t spend as much time with her brothers’ kids as they’d like her to. Pups were scary. “What do you think?”

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Kylar was stressed out and feeling more burnt over people and work and everything, more so than usual. He’d been attempting to keep his head down lately, but still ended up with broken bones and bloodied up more times than he cared to count. He was sweeping the streets as per usual when someone kicked some of the trash he’d just swept. “Why…?” he trailed off, looking to glance at the perpetrator. “Why’d you do that?” he asked, his voice weak and filled with the exhaustion he felt.

Greggory grinned, releasing a chuckle when the slave went along with what he’d said, not showing any disdain just yet. He watched him obey what he said and then beckoned for him to follow down the hall, moving to the far room to the left. His playroom. “You’re to pick three items to use today,” he said, “Your reward for being such a good little slave.” He smirked, knowing that due to owning the sex shop, had nearly every item he’d ever need to play with. He was curious what the boy would choose and stood back, “Don’t make me wait too long.”

Geraldo could sense that Jett was being honest with him, but he didn’t have words for the sentiment, feeling a strength with having a human slave respond in that way. “I had a good family,” he responded easily, fairly open about how he’d grown up, “They were sympathetic and though I did have a rebellious phase, I realized they were right. We’re all equal in an unjust world.” He sat down with him and glanced around, ensuring everything was in order before truly settling in. “Yes, very true,” he acknowledged with a nod of his head, “What would you say is a vice of yours? If you care to admit it to a mere stranger.” He chuckled at the notion, smiling at Jett.

“Yea, I’d prefer to keep as much of it inside me as I can, for as long as I can,” she commented dryly at the mention of avoiding blood- though it was pretty easy to tell by the healing bruises and split lip that she had a hard time of actually sticking to that philosophy. When he offered to help, Yazmin glanced up at him for a moment. She’d been in the city for a couple months now and he was the first to offer. But the idea of having someone help her out seemed to bring up memories of her helping her dad, and since she hadn’t bothered to process all of that even months after their deaths, it wasn’t something she wanted to deal with. Especially not in front of a stranger. “It’s alright, I’ve got it,” she said, picking up a tool and starting her work. Just because she didn’t need the extra set of hands, didn’t mean she hated the company though. “I didn’t even know this place existed,” she started conversationally as she worked, “is it new?” 

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“You and I both, no need to worry about that here. It’s only ever just me here during the day.” He shrugged, picking up on her current situation, someone really must have laid into her for some reason or another. In all honesty, they probably didn’t need much of a reason to beat up on any of them. He’s been in the same situation before many times, whether intentionally or not. No one really cared just as long as he could come to work and do his job. “If you say so, I’ll be right here if you need an extra pair of hands.” Of course, he was keeping out how useless those hands were when it came to fixing up doors. He stood a little out of the ways so she had room to work, but still being close enough that he could speak with her. “Ha, no, it’s been here for as long as I can remember seeing it.” Which to say that it’s been around his whole life, he grew up in the city, and walked the very street the shop was on loads of times. “It’s a little out of the way, so it’s easy enough to miss it if one isn’t looking for it.”