Lady in Red (Stan/Open)

[haylee]

The Living Dead Hotel:

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The daytime had seemed long, slow and rather boring to Haylee, despite having other things to occupy herself. Where as the night time had crept up out of nowhere, like a complete surprise. One that heaved about the early night's sky, setting a visual reminder of her promise. As per their agreement, to meet an hour after sun down at the Living Dead Hotel. Haylee distinctively remembered a,"wear something stunning" comment from Stan. Rather or not if Haylee was: She hoped so. As she had put some effort into her nightly appearance, for the occasion.

Sporting a fire-engine-red halter dress, that held a complementing neckline and the way it fell short onto the knee's, covering them.The last time that Haylee had been here, her hair was pulled up; as to change that: She left it down this time. With a tiny clearing of her throat, Haylee went to have a small seat within the lobby. Waiting for Stan to appear, as to fulfill her promise of attending a vampire bar. In the mean time, she tried to remember some of Sookie's advice. Be confident; is what she had interrupted it as.

[Stan Davis]

Time had flown by, then again, so had centuries, but he had requested some company for the night, who happened to say yes because she was in his debt for not killing her friends. Since Stan was a visitor to Shreveport, he stayed at the Living Dead Hotel, where he told her to meet him. Of course, women always took much longer to get ready than men did, so Stan was ready in twenty minutes flat. He wore a button-up cowboy shirt, as usual, but this one was black and red, with patterns weaving on the back of it. Just because he told her to dress nicely did not mean he had to look formal, suits were too boring.

He did not wear his cowboy hat, which was rare, but the times did not call for it. Still, he had on his black cowboy boots and his jeans fit, well, comfortably. When he entered the lobby, it was impossible to miss Haylee. Just as he had requested, she looked stunning. Still, he had seen plenty of women in his time, so he would not drool or anything like other humans tended to do. It was always a rare treat to see a woman dressed up like that. He walked over to her, trying not to scare her by speeding in front of her. He was a few paces back when he said her name and motioned that she follow him.

"We'll take my car," he said, walking outside to take the keys from the valet. His car was a red mustang, in fact, the model was not even out on the market yet, but he had his ways. If he could not ride a horse-drawn carriage to Fangtasia, he'd sure as hell stick to riding on horses, even if it was just the name of the car. Remembering his manners, he opened her door for her, waiting for her to step inside. "Well, d**n, you certainly understood what I meant, look good," he nodded. It was a compliment, not matter how it sounded.

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[haylee]

During her brief sitting, Haylee eventually bore a nod of her forehead toward those in passing. As to return a 'silent' form of hello, that a few managed to give her. It was actually kind of comforting to be noticed and to be given a hello, while she continued to wait. [As promised]. Though, not before long, Stan had finally arrived in a different attire. Less formal, sure. However, with the "Texan" flair he appeared to have, well-..it seemed to be his trademark. [From her opinion]. No, she wasn't complaining at all, a change of pace was nice. Frankly, his outfit had done him wonders too as she stood and began to follow him. He spoke of taking his car and from that, she wondered just what kind of type he was. Not that it mattered, just that some had a preference and this was simply curiosity.

None of which: Had lasted long, when finally getting a glimpse of the car, a little sooner then expected. "I think, I might cry." Haylee cleared her throat, motioning toward the car; more like work of art is what she meant. Haylee shook her forehead and blinked toward a comment that Stan made. A slight "heh" look was given, "Pshaw." However, it was always nice to accept a compliment, as well as to give one and then smiled when getting into the car. "You don't look to bad, neither." It was the polite thing to do, after all. The curiosity bug had bitten her, "What model is this?" Hrm, the whole confident thing was working so far! How long, it would last; she edged at herself and mentally shook that away.

The "fun" has yet to begin.

[Stan Davis]

After Haylee had gotten a look at his car, she had the most odd reaction that he had ever seen. Most girls would ask what it was, some would take pictures with their cell phones, some would just assume the act of being rich and famous. She spoke of wanting to ...cry? What car could make someone cry? The invention of cars made plenty of people to cry, but this was just a nice car, not a new invention... "Um, please don't cry on the interior?" he sort of inquired, not sure if she was being serious. Honestly, he was still getting the knack of not meaning what someone said.

An odd noise sounded from the young human and he did not know how to analyze what that meant. Maybe she had horses that she used that noise to get them to canter. Or she had just sneezed? She returned a compliment, but he just nodded while he pulled out of the valet service and made his way over to the vampire bar. "You a fan of cars?" Most girls were not. "It's a GT500 Convertible," he said, remembering that it was about $52, 000 dollars.

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[haylee]

She tried NOT to chuckle toward Stan, but there was no use in resisting the action. "It's just a say'in." Once Hayllee was free of her chuckling, she had managed a smile. "Won't damage noth'n, just meant it's a nice car." It was kinda hard to describe the feeling, when you have a subject of interest in your sighting. Something about "it" makes you happier then a kid at the final arrival Christmas. That you could ALMOST cry at anything, that is. The smell of a car is really the only scent, she could recall of her father. Or to pry from her mother, nothing much after that in terms of facts. It's not something she felt like sharing at the moment, though bore a nod toward Stan's statement. "I love them. Mostly their smell."

She probably didn't even think about her words, like such a statement could be strange. Frankly, she wondered if Stan had anything that he liked. Back on point! Even if someone were to tell her, that such a statement is weird, she might feel sheepish for a moment. Then, Haylee would roll it away; as it was how she felt about the subject. Speaking of said subject, the vehicle defiantly had that "new" smell to it. Even when Stan had relayed it's name, something didn't stick. In terms of faintly hearing about it, "Must be a new model,I don't think I know it." The smell could be the obvious factor, but for all anyone knew; you can polish it up to smell that way. Even clean the insides of a car to look right off the lot. The sound of the car, well it sure did pur on its way to the club!

[Stan Davis]

Good! For a moment, Stan was afraid that it smelled like blood. Of course, he would never bring a dead body into his new car, but he had once drank from someone inside his car. Then again, since he was a vampire, he could smell things that his human companion could not even recognize. While she smelled new car, he smelled blood, sweat, and some cheetos, the date he had drank from had eaten them and a few of the crumbs remained on her fingers. It was not exactly a pleasant smell, but now that Haylee was in the car, he could smell her perfume, what she ate for dinner, her shampoo, he could even tell if she had recently washed her sheets. Of course, he would not scare her by telling her all of this, but he knew.

"Oh yes, it does have that 'new car' smell to it," he said, sniffing the air to make it look like he could breathe ((OOC: which makes me wonder, if they don't breathe, then how do they smell?)). It was a new model, and most people did not have this car, but he was a master at pulling strings...even if those strings were veins...

They pulled into Fangtasia and he turned off the car. Within a millisecond, he had flew out of his car, shut his door and appeared on Haylee's side with his hand on the door handle. With a light tug, it opened and he held it that way for Haylee to exit the car. "This is the club Fangtasia," he said, looking around to see if Pam was at the door. Typically she was, but sometimes it was someone else... "By the way, how old are you?" he asked, the question suddenly came to him, he never asked how old she was. Was she legal?

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[haylee]

Haylee perked a "heh" expression, based upon seeing him sniff the air and even agreeing with her. Which made made her wonder something, nothing to big; rather small. How could a vampire smell, if they were supposedly dead? A good question, but not one that she wanted a answer to. Doubting that she could understand, even if she were told in some kind of detail. It didn't matter, as Haylee glanced around the car. "Like anything about it?" It was a curious but small-car-talk kind of question, from his view. As she had another thing to like about the model, not only the way it smelled but the way it could drive. It was "smooth" on wheels. In the meantime, she thought about Emily and her weasel brother, Ryan.

Wondering if she had been around more, if their trouble would've even happened. Probably not her fault, but at least she wondered. When nearing the club, something else popped up. At first, Haylee wasn't sure where she would be going, in terms of a vampire bar. Though, eventually she had assumed that Fangtasia would be their stop. [After her newfound friend, Sookie, whom mentioned Fangtasia]. While they were shopping and then mentioned the need to look your best, when being invited to certain places. Which was not to long ago, within the sunlight that she met Sookie as well as BB. At least the name could be familiar, in fact; Haylee was thankful for that aspect.

As it was comforting when Stan spoke, so it wasn't an assumption anymore. Her lips caressed a smile, where as her throat motioned a comment toward him. "Thank you," a polite gesture for being let out of the car in the manner that he did. Although, she managed to shake her forehead with a comment. 'You don't ask a lady that." She looked understanding though, it was for club purposes; assuming. Haylee reached down toward her new pair of shoes, the left one to be exact. Pulling out her driver's license. Then stood upright, as to answer the question honestly and it helped to have proof. "I'm twenty-one."

[Pam Ravenscroft]

Per usual Pam was at the door waiting to let the fang bangers and curious humans inside. Most vampires arrived a little later in the evening because it was still summer and the risk for some lingering sunlight was worrisome.

She heard his car long before she saw it and grinned. Stan had the best taste in most things, his car was no exception. Her eyebrow arched as she saw the little darling step out of the car. Pam was curious because Stan didn't let many humans near him or take them anywhere. He usually just took them home for dessert.

"My, my Stan what do we have here?" Pam scanned the girl up and down. "She is too precious and the heels...to die for." She took the girls ID. Her name was Haylee and from what Pam could tell there wasn't anything on the surface that seemed special about her, then again Pam had been wrong, only once, before.

[haylee]

While Haylee may NOT be Stan, as the comment was directed toward him, but there was just something that bugged her. Heck, the comment was probably innocent within itself, but onto that "bug." Maybe, it was more like a peeve, to be talked about like she wasn't even there. "You mean, "who." Really WEIRD, she didn't plan on being THIS stand-offish. The feeling didn't seem to leave, as a fingertip rose and pointed toward her I.D. "I'm Haylee,"she wasn't a trophy, morsel or an object, but her shoes were complemented. That could probably break the ice. Unknowingly, maybe it was just "fiest" to sort of "make something' for herself. Haylee lowered her finger and wasn't even within the club yet, when feeling a little awkward.

Pointing wasn't polite, but at this stage; she didn't even know what to say. Other then a action of looking toward her shoes. They were practically a steal! The same manner applied to her dress as well. Why did that make her proud? Haylee couldn't explain when looking eye level toward the front of her. Hopefully, she hadn't ruffled any feathers here. The LAST thing she needed was: More trouble. Though, with her luck; her middle name should be TROUBLE. One could blame that she cared to much, especially her naivete to get involved that somehow lured things.

[Stan Davis]

Stan did enjoy his car and he just shrugged and said "I like the speed best." Horses were great, but horsepower was even better. Good, she was 21, he kept forgetting that even though a vampire may look under 21, they were well over that age, but when a human looked under twenty one, they typically were. Great. Fantastic. At least she was old enough. Being in the car with her caused him to smell something he did not notice before. She smelled great, not great in the human way, great in the bloodstream.

Pam was at the door, which did not surprise him at all, but she asked what he had with him. Most fangbangers would squeal up and down just for being noticed, but of course, Haylee was different than those. She piped up in the way she had done a few times before and gave her name. Even though Pam was smart, she knew Stan was not one to saunter around with humans, this one served a purpose. However, he doubted she knew exactly what purpose she would serve. She did owe him.

"Watch it, Pam, she's mine," he growled. Still, he remembered how hot tempered she was, she would probably take that as an insult. "Excuse me," he directed towards her, "she is with me," he growled a bit more than before. It was almost like he did not want to say it like that, it was so much better to say 'she is mine', he enjoyed having possessions. Yet this was not the time, tonight was for enjoying a vampire surrounding. Business is business, but that can wait.

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[Pam Ravenscroft]

Pam pursed her lips. She didn't like his tone...Haylee might have come with Stan but now that he had thrown the gauntlet, well the young human might not leave with him.

"Stan, whatever happened to your sense of hospitality? You aren't a very good southern man are you?" Pam acted miffed. "I was just curious about her...she smells divine. I would love to escort you around Shreveport sometime, since I am local. Don't worry sweetling, I have no desire to harm you." Pam looked directly at Stan. "You on the other hand, well I will see how I am feeling in an hour." Pam rankled at rudeness.

[haylee]

Haylee's posture began to stiffen, while obtaining the sign of discomfort when hearing Stan's growl. More or less, it was the comment within it, "she's mine." Frankly, she didn't even know him! More importantly, the basics were reviewed within her. She wasn't a "thing," or a possession,now holding a ever popular look to her features.[You know it, its the "uh-what-did-you-say?" kind of feature]. At least the situation had potential to save itself, when noting Stan's retraction that he gave for his actions. At that point, Haylee could afford to loosen up; assuming that it was just a slip of the tongue. Heck, everyone had those moments; even her. Though, she couldn't remember the last time that was even true for her. With somehow standing her ground, she owed Stan for the deal bestowed upon her friends.

She wasn't as bothered now, slowly reaching a hand out for her I.d. I smell..divine? Haylee thought and shook her forehead, it was almost to flattering of a statement. Though, it was still nice; oddly enough. It was just a perfume, but something "clicked" within her reasoning. Could a vampire smell blood, even though she wasn't cut? That would be a little creepy. "I too, know Shreveport." Half true, one would suppose: As she knew the human side of things. Knowing nothing of the vampire's delights, in this part or even back in Bon Temps. If there was anything "good" out of this moment, it was hearing that she wouldn't be harmed. Now, if only she could get into the club and on with things, it would be a step up.

[Stan Davis]

Pam? Giving a human a tour of Shreveport? Without harming her? Well, some vampires could change around. Then again, Stan was bringing a human around with him, something was definitely changing. Yet, things had to change now that they were all out of the coffin. She was always so viciously charming. His last encounter with her had been, well, not one to forget and instead of feeling uncomfortable with her threat, he took it as a compliment.

Quickly, yet subtly, his eyes darted back and forth between Pam and Haylee, ideas running through his head. While his ideas did not show on his face, he was still imagining. "I am hospitable, Pam. If you were ever to come to my place, you'd feel great," he said, his eyes glued on her. "Will you be at the door all of tonight or do we get to see you dance tonight?" he asked, aware that she was quite the dancer.

Still, Haylee seemed a little low on conversation, maybe he should just get her inside and stop the small talk, although he kept from small talk as much as he could. Still, even though he did enjoy Pam, this one was with him for the night, he was quite territorial at times.

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[Pam Ravenscroft]

Pam smiled and extended her fangs quickly. He had not missed her inuendo and that pleased her. Many people at first glance mistook Stan for some country hill billy. That would be the last mistake you ever made...

She touched his cheek and smiled again at Haylee. "I am on break in about an hour. Please go inside, drinks are on me...I am sure that we can dance all night dearest." As he passed her to go inside she smacked his butt. Pam knew that she would pay for that later...in a good way.

[haylee]

"I think, you like each other." Feeling oddly confident to even put that forth onto her lips, when it should've been a thought. Even as her throat made a slight chuckle of a giggle, when thinking about flirting. Haylee should've remained silent. D*mn. Could that be seen as "flirting?" Ah, she didn't know and decided to shake her forehead, gently eying her I.D. Having long since taken it back. She then leaned down and placed it back within her shoe, feeling a little regretful, wondering if she were to pay for her words. Not to mention, just by holding onto it ( her I.d.), Haylee figured it was a good way for it to vanish. The only "good" thing being: It seemed as if she was free enough to enter the club now. It would be nice to roll past this little "blurp" in time, from her perspective.