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Lucian didn’t even flinch as Grayson walked up to him and lounged across his lap, glancing up at him over the top of his book before turning his gaze to the empty spot next to him. “Grayson, sweetie, you do understand how a ‘loveseat’ works, yes?” Not that Lucian was complaining, already setting the book to the side, feigning an innocent look, fingers toying with the end of the vampire’s shirt. “Doubt I’m as comfy as a couch, love.”

Joe hadn’t been in town very long but he had met a few people. Malcolm had been one. The two of them were heading into the bar for some drinks when Joe was pushed into Malcolm, their lips brushing against each other, by someone coming through the door at the same time.  “Sorry Malc.” He shrugged. “That asshole wasn’t watching where he was going.” He said towards the other. “Get a room!” was heard from across the room yelling at them.

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together .

Sydney would admit it, he sang while he did the dishes. He had to, it was an impulse. And he was starting not to be all that surprised when Grayson weaseled his way into the kitchen to disrupt him.

“G-grayson. Please, I’m trying to...” A gentle exhale, not fighting it as the vampire led him away from the sink, “My hands are wet!” still a light laugh fell from his lips, “......You’re lucky I like this song. -- But after this you’ve got to leave me be. I can’t get anything done with you around, can I?

 I’ll have to ban you from the kitchen soon.”

She still didn’t fully understand how she ended up here with the vampire across from her tsking and turning her nails this way and that. “Stop saying my nails look bad.” Remi huffed and tried to pull her hand away, but his grip became ironclad. Running for her life made it so that continuing to get her nails done and maintain their previous state was low on her priorities list. Yet, here she was with the vampire pulling out nail polish and any other tools he needed to fix the mess as he was so eloquently putting it. “They aren’t that bad.”

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“Alright, c’mere.” It was easier than Cain thought, throwing the kid over his shoulder. Once he’d done so, he headed for the door of the bar. “You can’t-” He grunted, shifting as he felt the kid squirm. “Hey! You can’t dance on top of tables! Seriously? Who does that?" In any other circumstance, Cain would’ve found it amusing. But rules were rules. 

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“You’re a stepson now. How does it feel? Does it feel weird? Bet it feels weird.” Lucian tsk’d, walking up and throwing an arm around Grayson’s shoulders, a glass of champagne in the other hand. “I have to give it to them. A wedding on New Year’s Eve? Bold, daring, I like it.” He smiled at one half of his dates for the evening. 

“I don’t think I actually thanked you for inviting me, so...thank you. Between you and me, I needed the time out of the house. And it has been ages since the last wedding I went to. Hopefully this one ends better than that one did.” He grimaced, shaking his head. “Groom ended up in the cake, an unfortunate yet hilarious incident.”