Fic, because I have to...
Treme/ True Blood
I told Tara I'd help her clean up after the rowdy out-of-towner's impromptu party finally shuddered to a halt. Lord, for a young man so obviously Raised Right, Davis McClary was like a typhoon with glasses. And he straight-up told me I had a...nice ass. Like Bettie Page, whoever she is. Can you imagine? And then, he winked at me, which is usually something only Eric can pull off.
Tara emerged from the storeroom. "Tell Sam to get more O-neg,"
I frowned."There weren't any vamps in that crowd tonight."
"Girl, I know that! Just a bunch of poseurs, living on the edge and shit...thank the hundred little gods Lafayette was off tonight...can you imagine those idiots on V? I don't know how humans can drink that shit, no offense."
"None taken," I told her, shifting from foot to foot. "It's different when you're..."
"Never tell me."
"Do you think he would like that? He's a politician, or something."
"Running for city council in New Orleans. And seriously in need of either detox or a GPS. Or both."
"You know, I did notice...the stuff he thought and the stuff he said? Matched up almost exactly."
Tara took a beer from the cooler, flipped the top, and took a big sip.
"Now, you know...*that* shit's fucked up."
I told Tara I'd help her clean up after the rowdy out-of-towner's impromptu party finally shuddered to a halt. Lord, for a young man so obviously Raised Right, Davis McClary was like a typhoon with glasses. And he straight-up told me I had a...nice ass. Like Bettie Page, whoever she is. Can you imagine? And then, he winked at me, which is usually something only Eric can pull off.
Tara emerged from the storeroom. "Tell Sam to get more O-neg,"
I frowned."There weren't any vamps in that crowd tonight."
"Girl, I know that! Just a bunch of poseurs, living on the edge and shit...thank the hundred little gods Lafayette was off tonight...can you imagine those idiots on V? I don't know how humans can drink that shit, no offense."
"None taken," I told her, shifting from foot to foot. "It's different when you're..."
"Never tell me."
"Do you think he would like that? He's a politician, or something."
"Running for city council in New Orleans. And seriously in need of either detox or a GPS. Or both."
"You know, I did notice...the stuff he thought and the stuff he said? Matched up almost exactly."
Tara took a beer from the cooler, flipped the top, and took a big sip.
"Now, you know...*that* shit's fucked up."