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Post by Stan Davis on Aug 31, 2009 22:33:59 GMT -5
Stan sort of smirked with a nod to Pam as she claimed she would be inside later. Good, you had not witnessed anything unless you saw Pam dance. As he walked away, he felt her hand fly back and whack his butt. It was rather surprising. He had seen a human do it on the street and it was apparently a 'nice ass' sort of compliment, but he still did not understand it that well. With vampiric speed, he turned his head to her, winked, and then looked ahead again.
Haylee noticed something, but it was not what she thought she noticed. Still, it made the cowboy laugh. "Vampire relations are much more complicated than humans. It's hardly got anything to do with like." He walked in, ignoring all of the fangbangers who seemed jealous of Haylee and any other human escort to a vampire.
"May I?" he asked, hovering his hand over the curve of her back. Some humans were so picky about touch, he could not just put his hand on her back to guide her through without some form of permission, plus, it was very Southern Gentlemanly. [/center]
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Post by haylee on Aug 31, 2009 23:12:12 GMT -5
The sound of laughter happened to be a FAR better choice, when comparing it to the alternative. A growl. Much like the one that Stan had expressed just seconds ago. All of which caused Haylee to begin reflecting back on her confident words. All regarding both Stan and Pam in their interaction. It really felt like a "cat and mouse" deal, as a eyebrow rose to listen to Stan speak. Vampire relations were supposedly more difficult then a human one. Aren't all relation/ships-ect difficult to compare? Haylee was honestly curious now, only she didn't get to ask anything yet. Suddenly blinking when Stan had asked for permission, which sort of puzzled her. Oh, right! The 'guide' along notion that most have forgotten in this day and age. Her throat cleared, "You may."
Speaking of being honestly "curious," she felt something else pop into play. Catching a few looks thrown her way, "Why am I getting the stink eye?" Of course, it could be just her imagination about the said 'looks.' So, Haylee felt a little silly. Her gaze then became a little busy with giving the club a "once over." It was truly nice, in terms of design and imagination; if she ever had to complement it. Odd. Ok, all she had to do was remain "ok," confident. Back onto what she had originally pondered! Curiosity killed the cat but- that's what she forgot, as to what brought it back. "What's complicated about it?" Noting about what had made him laugh.
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Post by Stan Davis on Sept 1, 2009 12:10:28 GMT -5
After she had given him permission to place his hand on her back, he did so and guided her over to a booth. It was a vibrant red with a dark table between the rounded chairs. In order to remain a gentleman, he brought her over to her side before sitting down on the opposing side. The waiter came by and he ordered a True Blood and "Whatever the lady wants." He looked around at everyone that stared at her, he had grown accustomed to getting stared at so it did not bother him much.
"Most people that come here are infatuated with us," he began to explain, leaning in a little. "They're jealous cause they think I'm going to take you to bed and then drink from you. Fangbangers, they're quite interesting humans," he chuckled, leaning back in his seat. A fangbanger walked nearby, watching him intently and glaring at Haylee, but Stan just hissed at her and she scampered off.
"Being a vampire is different. You don't fall in love because while you don't age, they grow old and die. So humans are a bit hard to get into a relationship with. Then there are vampires, who get carried away in relationships. No one likes a vampire and vampire relationship. So liking anyone is complicated for vampires. You would understand if you were as old as I am," he simply added. [/center]
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Post by haylee on Sept 1, 2009 13:25:30 GMT -5
It took a moment, though Haylee found something that she could sink her teeth into. Now eying the waiter kindly and spoke the request, that had popped up. "Jack Rose." Nothing fancy really, just a classic cocktail. Yet, on that said "classic" note, Haylee wondered if people still knew how to make it. If it were a human making her drink, then chances are a little rocky. Now, if it were a vampire on the other hand, a old one; the chances went up. Once that was taken care of, she turned her attention onto Stan. Listening as he explained things, feeling a little bit odd. They stared because they were jealous? That's never really happened to her before. Then, all of their stares had made sense, they were infatuated with vampires. Being escorted must've been a big deal to them. What came next, you might add? A little surprise. When hearing the rest of what Stan had to say.
THEN it sort of clicked more, then just being an escort. Thinking she might be bedded and well- she didn't want to go there, in that review. With a less then subtle cough, Haylee's cheeks flushed a rosy hue. "The jealousy is for naught." Clearly thinking that she wouldn't go there. Frankly, she didn't even know Stan! Once he leaned back, she could finally be focused as he spoke on the question she previously asked. Age had nothing to do with it, Haylee felt and noted that "love was love, period." Yeah, a human to vampire relationship might be difficult; because of the long term affect. Though, she thought of Sookie and Bill. "Doesn't seem to stop people." As for not liking vampires, let alone relationships among anyone, her eyebrow quirked. "Kinda figured you, wouldn't care, what anyone thinks in that." She really didn't know WHERE that notion had came from.
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Post by Stan Davis on Sept 1, 2009 23:20:46 GMT -5
Another smirk skittered across his face. She immediately, yet subtly put up her walls. It was very clear that she would not let him touch her, which was fine, she could think like that. Only, she was different, she was different in a way that he enjoyed, he wanted to figure out why she was so different. Curiousity killed the Stan, but he was already dead, so who cared. "Of course, I was not implying that I should take you back to my hotel room, I just said that's what others think I'm gonna do," she shrugged, unsure of what exactly she had ordered. He was fairly uneducated when it came to alcohol. He knew vodka, that was it.
She spoke up again, sort of truth, but then made an assumption about him. What exactly did that mean? "No, it hardly does stop vampires these days, but those are usually the younger vampires," he spoke out in a gruffy voice. "What is that supposed to mean?" he snapped, then had to calm himself. Snapping was different to humans. Vampires just snapped all the time but not really humans. "I apologize again, but I don't get what you're saying. You saying I don't care what anyone thinks about me? Just cause Pam and I have shared some moments before, does not mean we're about to banish all of our beliefs and traditions to go have a vampire relationship that's going to fail anyways because we don't really know each other in the first place," he said, trying to keep himself calm. [/center]
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Post by Pam Ravenscroft on Sept 2, 2009 0:52:33 GMT -5
Pam lounged silently at the bar, nearly elated at the scene taking place between Stan and Haylee. Things were looking up despite this hideous get up Eric always made her wear.
Tonight her bustier was leather with black lace overlay and the skirt was her favorite type, pencil, however it had been ruined with the material being leather as well with an appropriately placed slit going up the back. Pam's hair was pulled up with a black hair comb and a black dangling choker grazed her neck. She was always able to redeem the outfits for work with a stunning pair of heels. Tonight her secret treasure was a pair of stiletto Jimmy Choo's.
Pam opened her freshly heated bottle of B negative True Blood and she heard her song being played by the dj. Now all she needed was a dance partner.
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Post by haylee on Sept 3, 2009 21:24:46 GMT -5
Finally, her drink had arrived at long last! Haylee then briefly smiled at the waiter, offering a slight note to the arrival. "Thank you." Stan had smirked, which needless to say had perked her interest. Drawing the cocktail to her lips, there were a few sips to satisfy a sense of thirst. What on earth, had made HIM smirk? It was a curious feeling that arose that question, but yet she wouldn't ask. Especially since he began speaking about what everyone else might have implied. "Well. I- didn't mean that you would, I just-never mind." Boy, that was awkward. She didn't think for a moment, that she could explain that previous comment of hers. Just noting that their jealousy of what they MAY be THINKING, to actually happen; wouldn't. Least from her view. That confidence "thing" was ever-so slipping, perhaps due to embarrassment.
Haylee simply nodded her forehead, once Stan commented about "younger" vampires. She really didn't think about the "Age" groups of their kind, not at all. Should it matter? She posed that to herself and would've had another sip of her drink, only to be snapped at. She DID NOT enjoy that one bit, while afraid; her lips opened. Her tone, slightly risen when speaking up. "Do NOT snap at me." Who took over her vocal cords? Oh, hell. There was a initial sigh, as if she were to be polite to add a "please" to that notion. Only, he had apologized maybe twice; it was difficult to keep track. "Yes, that's what I said-er am saying. N' its not a bad thing. I don't even know you, so all I have are assumptions. You surprised me." Where the hell did the anger come from? On her part, that lead to a rise in her voice.
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Post by Stan Davis on Sept 9, 2009 11:10:42 GMT -5
Pam had entered sure enough and began to drink that synthetic crap, oh how he wished he could have something other than that, perhaps a fairy! That was like an all you can eat steak and lobster dinner to a vampire with all you can drink beer ((HAHAHA! I say that cause when I was in Guam, that's what we got and it was AMAZING!)). Still, Stan was going to be a good little vampire, at least for now, and he would not drink any human blood for a bit, even though the one who had accompanied him smelled particularly good.
Haylee spoke up again, it was rather like humans to trip over their own words. It seemed to be a human trait that when they began to say something, usually their mind would finish it off so they could say the full sentence, but sometimes their mind just drew a blank and all they had was a beginning of a sentence ending with an 'oh, nevermind'. Funny those humans. He just nodded his head. Typically vampires did not speak unless they had already formed an end to their sentence, hardly any vampire stumbled over their words but it was cute when a human did it.
The brave little toaster spoke up again, demanding that he not snap at her. While he did enjoy this date, no human was to ever tell Stan what he can and cannot do. A slight snarl grew on the side of his smirk that was still there, actually, but it subsided. This was not the place to start a scene. "Pam has her own agenda and I have mine, I don't think you truly understand the way we vampires work, but then again, I suppose you would never understand unless you were a vampire yourself," he huffed, leaning back in his seat.
Pam was great and all, but he knew she would not linger on him, she had other men out there in the world to play games with and he had other women to play games with. Sure, maybe they would share a couple but it did not mean they were ready to go to the alter or even go on a date. Again, humans had such odd creativity. [/center]
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Post by Pam Ravenscroft on Sept 9, 2009 11:41:10 GMT -5
Pam could sense Stan's tension as his and Haylee's conversation continued. This seemed to her like a perfect opportunity...
"Care to join me for a dance?" The vampire didn't care who stood up but she was directing it towards Stan. Haylee seemed a bit too green to dance cheek to cheek with the hottest female vamp around.
The music began to thump through her veins and she began to sway in time with the beat. With her arms raised above her head she entwined them like a couple of snakes. She made a vow as she winked over her shoulder that before the end of the night Pam would make Haylee giggle with delight.
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Post by haylee on Sept 11, 2009 4:09:48 GMT -5
Come to think of it, did her anger really matter? On the point of: Where it came from. No, not really; yet it surprised her to speak up so suddenly. Though, actually reminding herself that she didn't care for being snapped at, much less being yelled at either. To her reply, Stan had made snarl from his smirk; of course that wasn't pleasant either. Speaking up at that point, well, it would be pressing her luck. Or so she supposed that it wouldn't be a wise battle to begin. For a moment, Haylee eyed her drink before taking a sip from it. Never a dull minute on this outing, that's for sure. Blinking whenever Stan had spoken of Pam, lifting her gaze up toward his direction.
It was true, she didn't understand how SOME vampires worked. The word "agenda" didn't sound to good, talk about tension in the air. Haylee mentally sighed before perking an eyebrow, it was kind of funny. In a awkward way, to be speaking of Pam; then to have her appear. Truth be told: She didn't feel like dancing, right off the bat. She was content with watching the club contents, now trying to steal a glance toward Stan. Ever so slightly having a "well?" kind of look, wondering if that hint was obvious. Like a shove of "Dance with her!" in a polite way.
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Post by Stan Davis on Sept 17, 2009 10:42:23 GMT -5
Pam entered right at the perfect moment for an awkward pause, she always had a knack for doing that. Since she did not sit with them, that was a plus since he wanted to be left alone with Haylee, but she began to dance, which was a tempting offer. Of course, dancing in Texas was a bit different, especially due to the way that he was dressed. Maybe Fangtasia would not be tolerant of the Square Dance or anything like that, but he hardly knew human dances anyways.
The way vampires danced, with their swift speed and agile abilities, it was almost as intriguing as watching fireworks at the fourth of july or watching a baseball game where your favorite team is tied with the opposition at the bottom of the nineth, to try to word it in human terms. Pam danced and edged him on while Haylee gave him a look that suggested he should go dance with her. Of course, this would create something, he did not quite know what because human emotions were unbelievable to him, but he knew Haylee would feel something weird.
Wishing to not step on any toes, after all, he found it interesting how he was stuck in this situation, he stood up and rounded the table to offer his hand to Haylee. "Learn how to dance like a vampire," he said, turning to Pam and the mystic ways that she moved. Maybe he would dance with Pam, it was a good idea, but he would not leave his date sitting alone while he had fun. [/center][/color]
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Post by Pam Ravenscroft on Sept 19, 2009 15:22:03 GMT -5
Pam smirked at Stan's remark. "Learn to dance like a vampire? Really, I doubt it is possible for her, not that she doesn't have a great talent of her own, she just doesn't have the same...balance." Pam winked at Haylee. This girl must be something to have Stan all up in arms about not leaving her alone.
She thought it must be his southern ways, which was awkward because out of several vampires in his particular area he was the most blood thirsty of them all. Humans were not to be treated kindly, they were to be treated as food or a play thing. Yet here he was extending his hand. Pam chuckled at him. "Oh how the mighty have fallen..." She turned and inched a little back onto the floor and let the music fill her being. It took over and she was lost in the dance.
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Post by haylee on Sept 25, 2009 11:35:55 GMT -5
What happened next was, or "still" is rather unexpected, as Haylee glanced upon Stan's hand and blinked. Instead of leaving to dance with Pam, as per a silent 'nudge-like' sense, he held out a hand for her. It was a tempting offer, to dance like the undead; yet Haylee didn't think she could match a fluid sense of motion. Though, she didn't want to leave Stan hanging there, with his hand extended and moved to accept his offer. Trying to place her palm within his before glancing toward Pam, quirking a eyebrow as she spoke. It was kind of eerie, as she just had a similar feeling about the dancing ability. Mighty, have fallen? Just what in the heck is that supposed to mean? Shaking her thought off; she had a dance to, well, dance to! Well, no time to be honest alike no other, clearing her throat. "I uh, don't dance all to often." She really hopped that she didn't step on anyone's toes, in the literal sense.
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