Role Reversals are Fun (Dual pup, OTA, tag esp anyone wanting to get nommed on a bit)

[manof_myword]

Elijah had slept most of the day, waking near sundown, which was highly unusual for him. He missed class, but he found he...didn't really care. Mostly, he was hungry. There was blood in the fridge and he knew where to find a human or two who didn't mind being snacks, but...that didn't really appeal. He was hungry. He wanted to hunt, wanted the

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[like_vanhelsing]

Ric wasn't looking for a good time, he was looking for coffee to ease his hangover. Which was why he was standing in their kitchen fumbling the pot in a pair of ratty sweats and a t-shirt.

[manof_myword]

In his consideration of possibilities earlier, Elijah hadn't really thought of his roommate. As he let himself back into the room after his night out, though, he paused. He was feeling pretty damn good, over all, but his head was aching a little bit.

Faye had been so cranky. And Klaus had taught her a little too well.

Nothing a bit of blood wouldn't fix. He shut the door quietly, leaning against it for a moment, hands shoved into his jeans pockets.

"Rough night?"

[ooc: Saying it's Sat morning okay? I figure best to space people out a bit for some sort of timing issue. >.>]

[like_vanhelsing]

"What I remember of it was fine," not that he remembered much. "I'd ask where you were but... I don't think I can handle the answer."

He held up the pot.

"Coffee?"

[manof_myword]

Elijah smirked just slightly, but didn't offer details, even as he moved toward the kitchen with a sort of intent look.

He stopped just shy of getting too close and leaned against the counter. "Sure. Thanks."

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[im_not_psychic]

It was Friday night, and there was something about Friday nights that always made Sookie want to go out. She didn't wear a uniform of any kind when she went to Fangtasia, in fact she'd filled her wardrobe with a variety of cocktail dresses (a few black, but some red and white and other shades as well). Damon didn't mind too much when it came to what she wore, and if she dressed well then sometimes the clientele hung around longer. It wasn't hard to imagine why.

Tonight she'd picked one of the black dresses, a halter tied at the back of her neck and her hair hung in loose, thick curls down to her shoulders. Even if she's going to the place she works, it almost feels like she's going out for some fun.

[manof_myword]

Elijah had made his way to Fangtasia the moment the club opened. Hunting the streets had its appeal, sure, but it wasn't quite the same as the easy pickings of people just begging to be dinner who hung around there. A challenge would be nice, but mostly, he just wanted blood.

He was at the bar with a drink when he saw Sookie come in. His gaze swept over her and he remembered how...sweet she'd been. He had a few ideas of how she could be sweet again--starting with just why Eric had been so obsessed with her blood.

He made his way through the crowd to her. "Good evening, Sookie."

[im_not_psychic]

"Elijah." There's delight in her voice, there's no reason to pretend or hide it, and a smile that reaches the corners of her eyes as well as her mouth in turn. She's glad to see him, and maybe that in itself surprises her.

When they come together it's in the middle of the room, with a few dozen patrons milling about. The night has just started, and she knows there are mixed hungers in the air. But it doesn't frighten her. Sookie doesn't scare easily.

"I didn't know you were coming in tonight." Her smile is proof that she's pleased by it.

[manof_myword]

He shrugged a little bit, the gesture looser in his more casual clothing. He liked the way it felt, truth be told.

"It seemed like a good idea for the night." He was hungry, there were people to eat here. It wasn't that hard of an equation.

[evenprettydead]

After trading messages with Damon, Cedric assembled a selection of teas into a bag and made his way over to his friend's room.

He'd been a little concerned about Damon since their last conversation, the vampire seeming rather frustrated with his life in the village.

Still, unusual as it was, perhaps a quiet evening staying home was just the thing.

Arriving at Damon's door, Cedric knocked.

[prodigalsavior]

Damon was reading when the knock came, having gotten sucked back into his book. He looked up at the knock, and tucked a bookmark into the pages before going to answer.

He smiled when he saw Cedric. "Hey, come on in."

[evenprettydead]

"Good evening." Cedric said, smiling and stepping inside. "As promised, an assortment of my best." He offered the bag. "Hopefully they'll be something you like as well in there."

[prodigalsavior]

"I'm sure there will be," Damon said with a smile. "I'll put the kettle on."

That was probably not anything he'd ever said before.

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[timeto_wakeup]

Simon was at Fangtasia, though not for the same reasons as the rest of the patrons. He still stopped in on his nights off at least some (all right, most) of the nights that River was working. He kept entirely to himself, most of the time, hunched up at the bar staring into a glass of barely touched scotch, because even after all this time he wasn't comfortable with River's choice of occupation. Either of them, really.

He'd just accepted there wasn't much he could do about it, except sit at the bar and keep an eye on her.

So that's what he did, overprotective idiot that he was...tonight seemed odd, though, odder than usual. Some of the regulars were absent, and there were new faces that, really, just didn't fit in with the club's atmosphere.

Huh.

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[manof_myword]

Elijah knew the young man by sight--he was in often enough, and he'd sorted out along the way he was one of the doctors. Maybe the one Faye had been to, maybe not. Hard to say, and he didn't really care.

He just thought he looked...interesting sitting there. A bit lonely, a bit vulnerable. A bit perfect, really.

Elijah moved down to sit next to him. "You know, it's really close to criminal, not drinking that scotch."

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[timeto_wakeup]

Simon glanced up from his glass and smiled, that quick flicker of a polite smile that didn't touch his eyes in the slightest.

"You're probably right about that," he admitted, and gamely picked up the glass to take a ship. Good scotch was incredibly hard to come by in his time. Just one of the many things he should be enjoying here, and yet took for granted. "I suppose if I'm going to order something to stare at, I should order something less expensive."

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[manof_myword]

Elijah didn't mind that the smile was brief, little more than polite. He wasn't looking to make a new best friend.

...Not that he really was certain he had a best friend, really, but.

"Less expensive or just less...desirable. Bud Light or something--no one will remark on your not drinking that swill."

[burnbrightnfast]

There was something about the ones going chaste that left a bad taste in Desire's mouth. The world was not meant to operate that way, so empty of life and want. That had certainly been all the trickster's doing.

Ah, but the uptight ones, forced to unwind into reality... They were Desire's favorite. Usually laced up so tight, when they truly let loose it was a sight to behold. A bigger splash than any boozing, whoring playboy prince could ever make.

That might be why it trailed Elijah as he stalked the streets, prowling around corners all hunger and instinct.

[manof_myword]

Eijah became aware that he was being followed after a little bit, and slowed his steps finally, spinning to look behind him, gaze searching.

He paused when he spotted the figure there, head tilting and gaze turning more speculative.

[burnbrightnfast]

Desire hadn't put too much effort into being sneaky, anyway. That wasn't so much his style.

Leaning comfortably against a wall, she lit a cigarette with his heart-shaped lighter before deigning to wave lazily at the hungry vampire.

What a night, hm?

[manof_myword]

Elijah approached curiously, scenting the wind and trying to tell what manner of a creature Desire was.

"Good evening."