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[pamravenscroft]

Who: Pam, Sookie, Jason, Amelia, Faith, Sam(?), anyone else who'd like to join
Where: Merlotte's
When: Evening, well after sunset
Status: Incomplete

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[pamravenscroft]

Pam smiled at the young man even after he had turned away and was reading the flyer with incredulity, muttering to himself; of course she could hear him, even as far away as he was and in such a place as this, humming with activity. His complaint about fangbangers only served to amuse Pam. Poor boy. He really had no idea she couldn't possibly be offended by his point of view. Pam thought little of humans in general, but she did agree with him on the point that those who sought sex with vampires as a way to validate their existences were indeed pathetic and barely worth the skin they inhabited. But, of course, there was no way she was going to deign to relay this to the human.

Let him get his lousy beer and opine to anyone who would listen about truth, justice, and the American way - because at the moment when Pam's interest was fading anyway, she heard someone near the bar say, "She must be a vampire from Fangtasia."

Pam whipped around to face the speaker, almost forgetting to move slowly enough for the humans to see or she would only serve to frighten them, and there was no sense in scaring away potential customers by reminding them how wholly unlike humans vampires really were. Her face relaxed into a smile when she recognized the little blonde waitress--Bill's human companion Sookie, Pam remembered--and she half-raised her hand in as close to an enthusiastic wave as she would ever get.

But the one who really got her attention was the young woman who entered Merlotte's just after Sookie's pronouncement. She swaggered, really, an almost masculine cast to the thrust of her hips, long dark hair spilling over her bare shoulders. She looked like Trouble with a capital T, Pam thought, which was frankly rather intriguing; it wasn't often she saw a human she actually found worth her time. Might be fun to play with this one a bit. She had a different...well, there was something about her Pam couldn't quite figure out, but she knew she liked whatever it was. Maybe a hint of fairy somewhere in the bloodline.

"Oh, but the drink special isn't for here, sugar," Pam said in her silkiest voice. "I'm from Fangtasia down in Shreveport, just handing out some flyers for a little while before I head on home again. Unless I find another reason to stay." Her eyes flickered up and down the human woman's body.

Maybe that AmEx would come in handy tonight.

[ameliabroadway]

After arriving at Merlotte's with Sookie, Amelia was eager to stay close to her and avoid getting into any trouble. Her magical throwdown the other night had been exciting enough, and she wasn't looking to make any more enemies while in Bon Temps.

Amelia shot Jason an amused smile after Sookie chastised him for his boistrous attitude, and she shrugged as if to say, "She's right, y'know." Turning around to make a remark to Sookie about maybe meeting a few more people and getting a few drinks, Amelia noticed that her telepathic friend was intently focused on a lovely woman dressed to the nines. She had a sheaf of fliers with her and was handing them out, but as Amelia narrowed her eyes and squinted to get a look at what they were, she had a sneaking suspicion that they weren't advertising anything Merlotte's was offering.

Well, that and the fact that the woman was a vampire.

Amelia had learned quickly how to differentiate between normal people, other witches like herself, and the rest of the supernatural world - vampires, specifically. New Orleans had been full of 'em, roaming the neighborhoods at night, cavorting merrily until the sun came up and banished them back to the depths of whatever hole they spent their daylight hours in. Hearing Sookie's comment about Fangtasia, Amelia muttered back, "This could be trouble."

And even more trouble appeared as another woman strode in, radiating confidence and a hint of danger as she did so. Amelia tried to examine her magically, get a sense of what her aura was like, but it was peculiar, something oddly different, but nothing she'd encountered before. She was reminded of her first encounter with Sookie and how she'd struggled to figure out what the hell she was, but this was even more frustrating. Letting out a loud sigh and fighting the urge to stomp her foot like a little child in a temper, Amelia could only cross her arms and ask Sookie, "Should we get Sam? He's the owner, right? I mean... I don't think those two are going to fight -" Because their flirting is as subtle as a damn freight train. " - but he might not like those fliers going around."

[i_wrasselgators]

Faith cocked one brow up at the woman's insistence that the special wasn't for the current bar they were standing in. Faith glanced around then back at Pam. "You're givin' out fliers in front of a bar for another bar? Wow, you've got balls, girlfriend, gotta hand it to ya'." She winked at her and noticed the look she was giving her.

Faith folded up the paper to a size that fit nicely in her bra as she tucked it into the said chest area. Damn, she could be such a fucking tease to any gender. She smirked. "Reason to stay, huh? Well, I'm kinda parched, to tell ya' the truth. I'm new in town, just passin' through, actually, and it seems you know this area pretty well."

There was nothing wrong with getting to know the natives. After all, Faith was getting a vibe off this one. She was pretty sure this chick wasn't human. Didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun while she was here, as was her whole intentions about going out tonight. She nodded towards the interior of the bar. "What if we chat it up a little? I'll get you a drink. That reason enough to stay?" She gave her a sly grin as she walked to the bar, not waiting to hear an answer.

She settled her leather pants wearing ass on the most available stool and leaned on the bar to check out the goods (and to give everyone else a look at her own) behind the bar. Nicely stocked.

[pamravenscroft]

Pam granted the young woman her most human smile, toothy yet restrained, her fangs retracted so as to look completely normal, though of course she was not. "Well, the way I see it, I'm not actually directly competing with the owner of this bar here. The clientele is quite different, though of course we're seeking to expand our customer base as much as possible. I'm in Shreveport, so I suppose I know the parish tolerably well. You need a tour guide?" She grinned a bit.

She licked her lips; the sight of the dark-haired woman stuffing the flyer so brazenly into her shirt, as though begging Pam to come and fish it out, was enticing. And the sight of her leather-encased ass was extremely alluring, she reflected as she followed the woman to the bar, sitting down on the stool next to her.

"No, I've got this one, sugar. Tell the bartender what you'd like - I've got it covered," Pam purred, sliding the business credit card towards said bartender. "Open a tab for us both. I'll have a TruBlood, O negative."

Let her take it as she would. Pam still couldn't figure this one out; though she was fundamentally different from the usual girls she ran across, she wasn't like Sookie at all, no fairy, now that she thought on it. And the more she thought on it, the more she realized that this one smelled more like the tiny blonde girl with the very large chip on her shoulder who'd come into Fangtasia the other night, the cheerleader Eric had hired to do his dirty work. Well, fuck, Pam mused, of course she would find herself interested in a Slayer.

[merlotts_pup]

Sam Merlotte felt the hairs on his forearms twitch and slightly raise in the sudden chill his bar had gotten in the past minute. He was on his knees under the main bar, fixing a minor clog in his tapline. ~HELL..NOT GOOD~ He mused, trying to use his sense of smell to figure out if he recognized anyone new. ~Dry, papery..OLD. Vampire. NOT Bill Compton~ He took a steadying breath, and decided to face this new threat to Bon Temps, and HIS bar.

Straightening up to his full height, his eyes first laid on the gorgeous brunette wearing the tightest leather he'd ever seen a human wear. Ruby-red lips that seemed to be also chewing gum (and snapping it with a bit of 'tude, he also noted) had Sam stunned for a split-second, till he noticed the taller blonde woman passing out flyers. IN HIS BAR. Clearing his throat, he looked at the women and gave a guarded smile.

"Evening, ladies. What can I get you 2 tonight? Visting from Shreveport, I coulden't help but hear. I'm Sam Merlotte, the owner of this place."

The look he gave Pam was both curious and questioning, his eyes flitting down to her stack of flyers.

"A TruBlood?? Ahhhh, you must be from Fangtasia, then. Let me see if I have O negative in stock. You are my first vampire customer since Bill Compton, and for the life of me..I can't remember just -what- type he drinks."

Of course Sam Merlotte remembered. He was curious to see the woman's response to hearing rhe name. He looked at the stunningly hot brunette, and tried to give her a bit more of a real smile.

"A TruBlod for you, as well???" He was hoping he suddenly didn't have 2 Vamps in his bar, at the moment.

[bontempshero]

"Could someone please put a beer in my hands?" Jason was quick to correct himself, and although he didn't exactly sound too sincere, his need for a cold one was damn urgent. At least to Jason it was.

When Sookie mentioned someone was a vampire from Fangtasia, Jason couldn't help but blurt out "Both of them??" While he wouldn't be too surprised about pretty and pale in pink, he couldn't see the burnette bombshell being one too. That was just plain unfair, is what it was.

He didn't say much else, contempt to sit back and quietly watch things play out. And man, was there some good stuff to be seen. He had a hard time looking away after the one girl had come up to the bar to put her order in.

Jason was starting to wonder if some magical bus of gorgeous women had broken down outside of town, because the amount of new faces showing up, new pretty faces, was pretty damn unheard of. At least in his lifetime, anyway.

It didn't really matter how they got here, but Jason had already decided it was a very good thing. For the town, and all. It was better for Bon Temps to grow and prosper and shit like that, then not, right?

[trusookie]

Sookie 'tuned in' to the two women--well, one woman and one vampire--causing such a stir in the bar. All eyes, most of which were full of intense worry and scorn, were focused on them. She nodded to Amelia, "Yeah, I dunno how much I like someone passin' 'round fliers. Could be stealin' some of our business." She knew that was probably untrue since most of Merlotte's clientele would never step foot in Fangtasia, but still. Better drink specials could drive them there. In the daylight, maybe.

Before she could move to head to Sam's office to let him know about what was happening, he popped up from behind the bar counter.

Looking over at her brother's failed attempt at politeness, she rolled her eyes, "For gosh sakes, Jason," she sighed and moved around the bar to grab a beer for her brother, despite the fact she wasn't working. She knew Sam wouldn't mind, he never did. Plus, he seemed preoccupied with making sure the female vampire wouldn't cause any trouble. She came back around the bar and handed her brother his beer of choice.

She knew everyone was concerned if the fiesty brunette was also a vampire, but she could tell the girl was just playing with the female vampire. And since she could read her mind--not all that well though--she knew she belonged to the living. She shook her head to Sam and Jason, "She ain't a vampire," she said softly.

As Pam slammed the AmEx on the counter, Sookie was at least relieved to see the woman was willing to spend some money. "If she's gonna hike up a tab, I guess it don't hurt for her to pass out a few fliers," she told Sam. "I don't think too many folks here wanna go to Fangtasia, anyway," she said, then added to the vampire, whether or not she was paying attention, "No offense."

[ameliabroadway]

Amelia stood back and watched the scene unfold, eyeing the two women with curiosity and rolling her eyes as Sookie retrieved a beer from behind the bar for Jason. She wasn't sure what was going to happen. Hell, the vamp might just want to get a drink and do a little flirting. But you could never be sure, at least not in New Orleans.

Before she could mention to Sookie that the leather-clad brunette woman wasn't a vamp, Sookie had already figured it out and clued her brother in. Telepathy must come in handy sometimes, she admitted to herself, impressed by the blonde's ability to assess the situation without asking a single question. Amelia could only sense people's particular auras and make judgments from there, and even those were sometimes tricky and incorrect...

But what she was feeling at the moment - a familiar, pulsing wave of supernatural magic - couldn't be interpreted in any other way. This was familiar. She had met people before with this kind of power. Glancing around the bar, she was unable to pinpoint the source due to the number of people - including the vampire - surrounding her. But it was close.

As she turned to ask Sookie about it, Amelia caught sight of a man standing behind the bar, someone she hadn't met before. She thought she may have seen him the other night, but she wasn't too sure. She tried not to stare - it certainly didn't help that he was attractive - but she had the feeling that there was something... peculiar about him.

But she just wasn't having any luck tonight. Pouting unhappily, Amelia tapped Sookie on the shoulder and whispered, "Who's that?" as she pointed at the man behind the counter. She'd just have to do this the good old-fashioned way. Sometimes magic just wasn't the most reliable of methods, especially when she was something of an amateur compared to full-fledged witches.

[i_wrasselgators]

Faith glanced over at the woman as she handed the bartender the credit carding, telling him to open a tab for them. Well, wasn't this going to be interesting? Nothing wrong with checking out the clientele, was there? And she was getting a free drink out of it, too. Faith liked this place already. She had turned heads, which was something she LOVED doing when walking into a room.

Sure, the woman beside her was confirmed to be a vampire with the kind of drink she had just ordered. But it wasn't like Faith had never hung around the undead in a casual manner. She'd let them be for now, as long as they didn't cause problems with her.

Faith's eyes followed as the man behind the counter took their order. Handsome, rugged man he was, too. With a quick lick of her lips, she grinned at him and gave him a wink. "Nah. None of that for me tonight, stud. Watchin' this figure, ya' know?" She leaned forward, showing over her two assets a little more as she checked out the bar. "I heard the hand grenade's pretty popular around this area. Maybe you could rustle me up one of those? Heavy up on the vodka and gin, though."

Once he took her order, Faith leaned back and paid attention back to the blond girl she was sitting with. No use ignoring the one paying for your drinks tonight. "TruBlood, huh? You're one of those damn fancy vamps, refusin' to kill us humans by drinkin' the stuff?"

[pamravenscroft]

She grinned at the bartender. "If you don't have O negative, whatever's in stock is just fine. Thank you for being so concerned; it's mighty sweet of you. And may I say, what a lovely establishment this is. It's so rustic and authentic." Pam would rather have chewed on rusty nails pried out of Notre Dame de Paris than willingly spent time in Merlotte's. And to hell with Bill Compton, that killjoy. She wasn't going to bother to dignify it with a response.

Pam snorted a little in response to Sookie, but tilted her head to show she wasn't disrespecting the woman, only the idea. "None taken. It takes a special kind of bravery to even get to Fangtasia's front door. You, of course, are welcome anytime you'd like to come, since you've been before."

She was more than happy to turn her attention back to the sexy little brunette sitting next to her at the bar. "TruBlood is what we drink to keep ourselves going. Kinda like you eat ramen noodles in college -- nutritious, but not necessarily tasty. Don't get me wrong, darlin'. I simply adore the opportunity to get to know a human. It's sort of a rare treat, these days. But we're okay without it. Doesn't make us fancy or plain. Just surviving."