The Bright Lights

[holiday_pirner]

"This girl was hogging the mirror. She's wearing blue velvet bellbottoms, you don't need a mirror to tell you that's wrong." Holly slid in beside Daniel, fluffing out her hair and closing the tab on her handbag.

She plucked the cherry out of her cocktail, looking up at the vampire. "Did anyone try to steal you away?" The brunette scanned the crowd surrounding them. "Tempting you with their scandalously exposed necks."

Another plus of hanging out with vampires was they could hear quite well over booming bass and synth. She knew Daniel could hear every word she said, and she didn't have to go home with a sore throat at the end of the night.

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[daniel_stacy]

“No, but there was a scandalously exposed ass crack,” he said. He made a clicking sound and jerked his head to the woman standing behind him. The redhead knelt with a knee on her bar stool and forearms on the counter, looking like she planned to pounce, jungle cat style, on the bartender. At least two inches of seam showed between her midriff top and her pants. The woman coyly twisted her ankle in a circle.

“It’s taking all my willpower not to dive into the fault line,” he said.

Daniel grinned into his beer.

[daniel_stacy]

Daniel thumped his mouth and looked up and down the alley. No sight of the guy, but he smelled blood. Nostrils flared. His head snapped to one side as his nose keyed in on that warm, ferric scent. Daniel’s forehead crested into a demonic ridge and he growled. The guttural noise transformed into a frustrated groan of, “Ugghhh, crap.” He turned his face away from the brunette and held up his palm as a visual barrier, like that meant it hadn’t happened.

He tried to drown out the ruckus in his brain.

‘There are two sides to that neck. Jump in, join the fun!

‘Forget her. Who wants to share? Bite Holly…

‘No! No. Bad idea.

Interrupt. Be the man.’

He raised a hand. “Hey! Hey,” he called out. “People here!”

[daniel_stacy]

“I can’t believe you said bouncer,” he huffed, putting back his own shot and tapping the bar, signaling for another round. “Bouncers are pricks. No offense,” he said to the bartender, just in case he was friends with the oily fucker at the door. He picked up the miniature glass and waited for Holly. He liked that she could hold her liquor. Particularly well for a small girl, too. It was a testament to how much of it she drank.

“I don’t think I’d do a good job,” he said. “I’d just undo the rope and let everybody in. Especially…” he leaned down and touched foreheads with her, “…if they looked like you,” he joked.

[daniel_stacy]

“Ehhhh….” Daniel waved a hand in a so-so motion. Really, it was counterproductive, because as much as he liked the way her mouth fit on his, he liked it elsewhere, too. But her fingernails were a real distraction. He looked down and fixated on the sight. Men were visual creatures; Daniel was not an exception. “Ho’ boy. Yeah, fuck it.” He put his hands on either side of her face, stooped, and kissed her so hard their teeth collided. “Ow.” He laughed and went in again. In a coat room, there weren’t any guarantees of how long until someone barged in. He made a grab for her skirt hem and yanked it up. “You should never, ever wear pants,” he mumbled.