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When Anya had arrived early for her cleaning and refill shift, she hadn’t expected it to be over so quickly. Aaron sent her home, closing the bar due to a surprise snowstorm that would probably bring 2 if not three feet of new snow and the bar was no place you wanted to spend your holiday. The only thing he asked of her before she could leave and get herself to safety, was to bring the regular box of whiskey to Elijah’s place. She had been entrusted with this important task a few times already, though usually it was more Leila’s thing, who tended to combine the delivery with a ride on the wild bull. Anya was not getting that sentiment, even though the tension between them had grown, even more so since some Patrons had started betting who’d get their dick first into her pussy. Elijah was particularly into the game and there was a part of her that was flattered considering his persistence, but the even bigger part of her was annoyed beyond words considering that all of them saw her as a prize to win, not a human being they wanted to spend time with. Wrapped up in her warmest winter clothes and with the box of whiskey under her arm she made her way down the street to Elijah’s workshop. Considering the weather conditions and the prolonged shutdown of the bar, he’d be in desperate need to fill up his own stock. Anastasia didn’t even bother with knocking on the door, coming in and shaking off the snow once she had stepped inside the workshop.

Dammit! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck! Dani ground her teeth as she glanced around for a spot to hide as she heard the footsteps approaching. She couldn’t hide in the bathroom. Maybe the closet?

“Shit!” The brunette hurried over to the closet and curled up in a ball in the corner, hoping she wouldn’t be found.

Iris would never call herself mean. But that didn’t mean that she was always nice either. She figured it was always fun to have a little bit of an edge, but it was also useful when it came to business. One can’t run a successful business, especially something related to customer service, if they’re always nice. The last order had gone out about half an hour ago, while the last patrons had left about 10 minutes ago. That meant that Iris was busy cleaning the kitchen before she got ready to leave for the day. 

Her phone was out as she worked, and ever so often, she’d reach over to the screen. It was such a fun little toy, just a tap of a button in the app would instantly change the vibrations of the toy pressed into her girlfriend out in the dining room. Throughout the evening, she’d been playing with it, changing the pattern and the strength of the vibrations somewhat randomly. But once she finished cleaning and wiped her hands off, she reached over to turn it all the way up. 

          “Don’t be nervous,” she cautioned the other, raising her brows as if to challenge her accusation. “Don’t even try to deny it, Octavia, I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re nervous.” Crossing her arms in front of her as she looked at the blonde. “I mean, fair play, I can see why you would be. No one’s blamin’ you for that, and if you feel like it’s too much, hey, just lemme know and we’ll stop. Just, it’s almost the end of the year and I figure you wouldn’t want to be stuck with these feelings and urges and not have it met... Consider it a belated Christmas present, yeah?” Taking a hold of her hand, she brought her closer into the living room, waiting for Talia to come and greet them. “You got me with you, so don’t feel like you’re alone in this... We’re a team, yeah? This is more ‘bout you than anythin’ else. You ready?”

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“They’re my family!” Annabelle reminded him with a soft sob as they argued all the way back to town. The sweet baker briefly wondered how this had even happened. The topic of grandchildren seemed to have struck a nerve in her husband and she didn’t understand why. “I mean.. of course they’re going to ask when we are going to have kids, they’re excited. My dad adores you.” Perhaps it wasn’t ideal but ever since her mother died her father and Annabelle were so close, no wonder the older man was excited to eventually become a grandfather. But the way her husband handled it really pissed her off and now they were fighting as a typical southern thunderstorm hammered around them. “I mean, what, do you not want to have a baby with me? What is so wrong with it?” She demanded, granted they were practically still newly weds...but life was short. God life was so short, her mother died in a freak accident, Annabelle didn’t want to live life ‘waiting for the right moment’. “I mean.. did you ever think for a single second through all of this that maybe I’ve been ready to have a baby and you aren’t?!” She pointed out as the engine of their car seemed to have enough of their fighting and she let out a sob as she looked out at the rain coming down in buckets.