“I’d also thank you to remember the time when I sprayed beer down your brassier, that was fun, although perhaps not for you Miss Thornton.”
That was your idea of gettin’ it in your head that ya were cool or somethin’ but that was certainly not fun. I also wouldn’t suggest ya tryin’ somethin’ so stupid again. I would suggest re-evaluatin’ your idea of fun.
I see Old man Compton just arrived here…
Whole lotta fun filterin’ is going to be goin’ on in this place…
I guess it’s a trait that comes with age…
Now you see, you have me all figured out, that’s the case without a doubt
Yeah and times like this it shows that half of your brain was missing upon turning you. Your utterly fucktarded ideas would only drift us closer to a warfare, and believe me sweetheart, I’d rather not get my pumps dirty again.
I don’t think anything and I do not even wish to, I have better things to deal with than an idiotic progeny fucking shit up. Just clean up after yourself for your own sake.
I knew I was right, when I said ya didn’t know what fun was! Maybe ya should change that and ya wouldn’t be so grumpy and uptight all the time. So what if half my head was missin’? Fuck ya because all my brains still here and I do not come up with fucktarded ideas, I thought it was a damn good idea - until ya had to go filterin’ the fun out of it. Ya filter the fun outta everythin’ I swear.
Or else? Are ya threatenin’ me now? I’m so scared I’m shakin’ in my shoes…are ya threatenin’ me? What are ya gonna do, show me the true death for not doin’ what ya say? Please. Ya’d miss me too much. Who the hell else would ya argue with?
Did you honestly think I’d begin argue you about whether I know what fun is or not
I said, do your fucking work. Which is, serving the already drunk human filth with more alcohol to intoxicate their worthless blood and make us money with it. Once your shift is over do I care if you go and do whatever decadent activity of yours is labelled as ‘fun’.
I know ya wouldn’t begin to argue with me about a subject ya don’t know anything about because ya’d just look stupid and we all know the great Pam does not like lookin’ stupid.
Trust me I know how important the dollar is, I hear it from ya daily. I think it’s more about the image for you, kinda like a fashion show. We could just go out and glamour the human filth into givin’ us their wallets instead of runnin’ the big flashy bar to go collectin’ it, but we’ll do it your way. Decadent activity? Just what do ya think I’m goin’ to do out there while havin’ fun?
Honey, I saved your pathetic ass and gave you powers a human could hardly dream of. I abuse that line as many times as it pleases me, so might as well shut the fuck up and do the work you were assigned for
Come off it already, ya know I’ll do my damned work and I’ll listen to whatever comes outta your mouth. I always do don’t I? But I wanna have some fun too. Ya remember what fun is right? You ain’t that old…
Vampire Barbie has been makin’ me work to much…for free, abusing’ the ‘as your maker…’ line that she likes to use so much. I need to have some fun, anyone ‘round here remember what that is and wanna have some?
Please disregard all posts prior to this one, they are from other communities and I couldn’t make myself delete them because I’m overly sentimental with my characters :| Just wanted to post this so there was no confusion. Nice to meet everyone :)
Godric looked around the bar with dismay. Once again his child was not here. It made the 4th time in as many days that he was no where to be found. He had tried calling for him. But to no avail. His child was just not accepting his summons. He grew agitated with the throngs of people that mulled around. Little girls with daddy issues vying for the attention of a vampire to help them forget for even an hour or two. Young men with their lives ahead of them, throwing it all away for a few moments of accelerated spread and increased stamina. Only to allow a pretty face to feed and fuck their way through another night.
It sickened him. Made him want to go to the vampire that was feeding on them and rip the fangs out of their face. But he stopped himself. This was not his territory and he was not allowed to act on these urges. This is the exact reason he did not allow this type of establishment in his area. And while he loved his viking with everything that he was, he was a tad upset that his child did not care what went on in his establishment.
He shrugged the hand of a would be victim off his shoulder, flashing his fangs in a manner that warned the good looking man to kindly fuck off. He did not want to deal with this tonight. He just wanted to find his child or a member of his family and go to bed. Traveling over three states in less than eight hours was tiresome and he was hungry.
He walked to the bar, sitting heavily on a stool and flagging down the bartender. “Tru Blood, Type O negative, Warm.”
He was not kind, there was no need. She was just another glamoured woman that fell for the wiles of his Swedish Child.
He tipped his head to the woman when she brought the bottle and turned to face the crowd in the club. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be all bad… Hopefully.
Tara harbored the same feelings of contempt for Fangtasia as Godric did but probably not for far different reasons. Her main reason for disliking it was simply because she didn’t enjoy being around or serving anyone, vampire or human. She hated that she was required to work there not after night without pay, knowing that if she quit Pam would probably just command her to return. Money wasn’t an issue but there was just better things she could be doing with her time other than spending it around a bunch of intoxicated humans and blood-thirsty vampires.
She slammed a drink down on the counter in front of a patron that had been getting on her nerves for the better part of the past hour. “Ain’t ya got something else to do with your time other than sit here and camel alcohol?” She barked at the human that just looked up at her stupidly, already quite intoxicated. “Go mingle or somethin’, ain’t it what ya came here for?” The rude baby vampire had pretty much ran off everyone else that dared to linger around the bar but this one just didn’t seem to be getting the hint and kept ordering drink after drink, even daring to hit on her a few times.
She looked away from the drunk human and rested her eyes briefly on the newcomer, listening to his abrupt tone of voice as he ordered the drink. Turning away without even saying a word to him, Tara started went to work preparing the bottle of synthetic blood for the man. He had probably heard her barking rude comments at the patron so she realized that there was no need to be polite to him either, why give the vampire something that he wasn’t expecting anyway?
When she handed him the bottle, Tara looked Godric over, he looked familiar but she couldn’t quite place why. Shrugging it off she realized that he had probably just been to the bar before and she’d that was how she recognized him. She was once again distracted by the human at the other end of the bar staring at her. “What did I tell ya?” She asked him, baring her fangs at him to hiss but realizing that was probably just something that he would enjoy. “I ain’t giving ya another drink…in fact.” She reached out and took the one that he was currently drinking and poured it into the skin. “Ya had enough, get outta here.” She watched him scramble from the bar with a disgusted look on her face. “Damn drunk human, been starin’ at me and makin’ comments at me for the last hour…” she muttered more to herself but still in Godric’s ear shot.
I know I sure as hell don’t know how you feelin’, Tara. I—I got scared. I ain’t wanna lose you.
It’s why I’m here. No matter what. I love you, girl. And I will be here no matter what.
No matter what I at least know that. I’d have to be more of a fool than ya already think I am to not know ya love me. Even if I’m mad as hell at ya and wonderin’ if I should ever forgive ya, it doesn’t mean I don’t love ya.
Just give me time.