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[eternal_boy]

A man stumbles in, hat tipped low and eyes a little bleary. There's a bottle in his hand, half-filled with a clear liquid. If he's familiar looking, well...

Oh my, was that a flash of yellow in those blue eyes? It very well might have been...

"Where'm I?"

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[theprettiestone]

Alex is in his booth. Sees said familiar-looking newcomer, and...

Oh, fuck.

[theprettiestone]

"Glad to hear it. I'd hate for my name to get in the way of company."

[eternal_boy]

He smiles.

"M'Nick. Hope that doesn't get in your way neither..."

[sexierwithfins]

He'd come back hoping to get away from Tracy for the night. Finding this -- this is not what he had expected. It takes a few moments to register, but when it does he's worried -- this is not Knight. Not the Knight he knows.

Vachon is standing behind Alex in an instant, eyes hard.

"Evening."

[eternal_boy]

He looks up, eyes hard and yellow and a snarl curling along the edge of his lips as he looks at Vachon.

"Evening, boy."

[sexierwithfins]

Vachon tightens his hand on Alex's shoulder, and his own eyes go golden.

"He's not for you."

Play along, you don't want to tangle with Knight when he's like this, he's capable of killing you like this.

[eternal_boy]

"Who says so?"

He glares up, his own eyes rising to a violent orange as he stares at Vachon. He's a little out of it...but not so gone to be able to tell he's much older than this little Spanish brat.

"You're a little young to be Enforcing things, Spaniard. I don't think you wanna tangle with me."

[sexierwithfins]

"I'm not Enforcing anything. This is a personal matter."

And this is probably going to get me killed. Or maimed. Fuck.

The hand on Alex's shoulder moves to under his chin, and slight pressure brings the smaller man to his feet. Vachon pulls Alex back against him and bends his head to the knight's throat, nipping lightly, not hard enough to break the skin.

Play along, damn it, you do not want to die the way he would kill you.

"Mi juguete. He is not for you."

[theprettiestone]

At the touch of fangs to his skin, Alex freezes.

"Vachon--"

[sexierwithfins]

The hand under his chin tightens just a little, Vachon's other arm snaking around Alex's waist and holding the mortal against him.

"Quiet, mi vida."

He looks to Knight.

"You can play with someone else. This one belongs to me."

[eternal_boy]

A jerk of the head and he's out of the booth, growling and glaring and stumbling out the door.

[sexierwithfins]

Vachon doesn't release Alex until Nick has definitely gone. Then he pushes Alex into the booth, snarling and golden-eyed.

"You little idiot. You have no idea how close you just came to getting your throat ripped out, do you?"

[theprettiestone]

Alex sprawls back, staring up at Vachon.

"What the hell are you talking about? Nick doesn't kill people, no matter how drunk he is."

[sexierwithfins]

"Knight doesn't, I know, that was not the Knight you know. I don't know how, but that wasn't him. Any vampire could tell what he wanted to do to you."

A snarl. "You had the sense to mostly keep your mouth shut, at least, I should be thankful for that. Never underestimate him, mi vido, never underestimate any of us."

[theprettiestone]

"He wouldn't have--"

[sexierwithfins]

"Wouldn't have what? Wouldn't have hurt you? Perhaps not as you know him, but the Knight who was here wanted to hurt you. Why do you think I went to the trouble of staking a claim? Better for him to believe you belonged to me than have him tear your throat out and destroy himself for it later."

His eyes are still blazing golden, fangs dropped, and his voice is angry.

"You are pretty, mi vido, but you're not terribly intelligent, are you? You've got a lot to learn about our kind. I would suggest you do it fast, so something like this doesn't happen again."