Diva Fever

[tiny_dancer81]

Despite the fact that it wasn't the weekend, the Funhouse was really crowded.

Theresa had been concentrating on business, work for the Dive. She'd gotten some flyers printed up on the cheap at Kinko's, then posted them at various places on the Strip. The local entertainment rag was on her second-hand coffee table back at her apartment. She had tentative plans to call their reviewer and ask them to come catch a show. Her trial period was almost over, and she wanted to be able to show Mike some improvement.

The diminutive vampire was currently out on the dance floor, having decided to relax tonight. She'd fed half an hour ago, coaxing someone into the girl's john to latch onto their wrist. This time, there'd been no blonde Slayer to interrupt her dinner.

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[tiny_dancer81]

Valerie. Somehow that was more girly than she had expected. Still, it was better than calling her Blondie all the time.

And Jesus, but that was hot, the way Deanna just snagged her drink out of her hand. She'd almost seen cleavage when the taller vampire had leaned in. Still, Theresa kept her cool. You did not jump in with a come-on with a fox like this. Even a street rat like her knew that.

Randall and the other bartender, whose name Theresa didn't know, switched places when the shots were brought over. The golden liquid caught the light, and it shimmered like lake water.

"Thanks. I'll get the next round if you want."

[deannas]

"Let's see if you can keep up."

Deanna was sure Theresa was checking her out. The girl had fed earlier, it provided a flush in her skin, and when the redhead had bent forward to take away the previous drink, she was sure the ankle biter tried to look down her blouse.

Deanna dragged on the cigarette before dropping a bit of ash in the tray by the pretzels. Time to test a theory. She undid a button on her blouse.

[tiny_dancer81]

Oh. Oh, yes.

Theresa did look, but she shuttered it before turning to where the shots had been set out and picked up the first glass. The tequila went down smooth, set up a muted burn in her stomach. Not saying the first filthy thing that occurred to her was giving the fact that she had no filter a test.

The brunette put the empty shot bottom-up on the bar, slouched attractively on her stool. Her boot heels hooked onto the bottom rung. When she felt like she could at least try to be subtle (confidence was one thing, crudity was another) she turned back towards Deanna and made eye contact.

"What do I get if I manage to keep up? Is there a prize?"

[deannas]

Deanna couldn't help but laugh. The ankle biter had zero game. It was cute.

"You get my phone number," she offered. "Maybe."

[tiny_dancer81]

Deanna's laugh made Theresa duck her head, but it sounded genuinely amused rather than cruel. The brunette had learned a fair amount about sex in a relatively short time, but the courtship ritual was a mystery to her. She didn't know how to woo a woman, not a woman like this, anyway.

Still, she hadn't resorted to asking 'You wanna fuck?', so she was a step ahead of her usual game. Just a single step, though.

She picked up the second shot glass, knocked back the contents while the DJ changed records in his booth above the writhing dancers. There was no mirror behind the bar, so no one had ever noticed that she had no reflection.

The third hit of tequila went down Theresa's throat. Clunk went the glass, bottom up on the bar. She looked to see if Deanna was through with her latest round, then held up three fingers so Randall could see her hailing him.

"That gives me something to work towards, then. Everyone should have a goal."

[deannas]

Not only had the redhead done her shots, but she'd already waved a fifty dollar bill at Randall to bring the bottle.

"My goal," Deanna replied, "is to get shit-faced." After her run-in with the telekinetic, she needed something... lighter.

"And when I get drunk, my already loose morals tend to fly out the window."