Monday, June 14, 2010
I was relieved to be coming into Fangtasia after a long day at Bill’s house. With Bill now gone, the sister wives and I had thrown ourselves into working on his house. The first room was the living room. We had taken everything off the walls, rolled up the rug, pushed all the furniture in the middle of the room and had filled and sanded the walls to prime and paint. The walls were now a solid medium blue, a half shade lighter than they were before, which actually brightened up the room considerably and the windows and base boards had been cleaned and we were waiting for the walls to be good and dry before we hung new curtains in a federal cream color, just this side the color of vanilla ice cream. We had other things to brighten up the room but they would have to wait til we moved the furniture out, cleaned the floors and laid the new gold area rug and threw down the bright jewel colored pillows onto the red velvet couches.
After that, we spent a few hours working on the database in the kitchen. Subsequent to that I went and had a shower and changed clothes and drove over to Shreveport to Fangtasia. Renee was going stop over later to bring Eric a disc of the work Chris had been doing for him and say a few choice words to the Viking. That was going to be fun.
Anyway, that is how I came to be there rather early that evening. Not too early to see Pam and Chow. He was at the bar, warming Tru:Bloods in the big warmer. Pam was at the door.
“Hello Aslinn, you look yummy,” she said, eyeballing me in the red dress with spaghetti straps and red silk slippers. “Are you here to see Eric?”
“Not if he is in his basement,” I said pointedly. I’d seen the shenanigans he’d been up to down there.
“He’s not,” she said. “He is in his office.”
“Well, I am here to meet Barrister,” I said. “He said he had some stuff for Eric to look over.”
“He is there now,” said Pam. “He is very yummy.” Pam had that look in her eyes like if she couldn’t shag him she could fang him.
“Don’t let me find any strange fangs on him Pam,” I said.
“You are so greedy,” she said and smiled her sardonic grin.
“That’s me, greedy,” I said.
“How are you holding up without Bill?” she asked.
“Don’t ask,” I said. I walked over to the bar. “Evenin’ Chow.”
“Black stuff?” he asked, grabbing a pint glass.
“House red,” I said. He moved to get me a Tru:Blood, then grinned. “Funny Chow.” I said, getting out my cigarettes.
“When are you gonna let my boss make you?” he asked.
“In the morning, around sun up,” I said. I could feel my inner smart ass coming out and Chow gave me a toothy grin when he brought over the glass of cold red wine. I sipped it and sucked on the taste a little.
“See , you already have the Vampire sip down,” said Chow. I showed Chow my favorite finger and he winked at me.
“Anytime my dear,” he said. Vampires…they are always on the make…literally. I heard voices and Sean and Eric came out of his office. Eric looked good standing there with Barrister. He was wearing a pair of black leather pants and heavy boots and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up three quarter length. Sean was in jeans and a white dress shirt, rolled up the same way. Eric moved with Vampire speed and took my hand to kiss but I snatched it away.
“Oooooo Aslinn was not pleased with my performance Sunday night,” he said.
“Eric, aren’t you afraid of getting diseases?” I asked.
“You know Vampires can’t get diseases from humans we have sex with,” he said smoothly.
“Hey Eric, I don’t care about your…manhood…Wanna know what really bothered me?” I asked.
“Were you jealous dearest…Barrister would not mind if we went downstairs for a bit,” he said.
“Barrister would mind…and no, I was not jealous. I was appalled,” I said. “There you were, in that dungeon with your catamount, and you were down there in your bare feet!!!! Your big naked Viking feet flapping and slapping around on that nasty assed concrete floor. Aren’t you afraid of getting hook worms or something doing that?” Eric looked at me.
“You were not jealous of the human I was having sex with, but you were concerned over my…hygiene?” he asked.
“Yeah, Eric, I was,” I said. “Whatever you like to do for recreation is up to you, I don’t care what your particular twist is, but please, be hygienic.”
Eric burst out laughing. Unlike Bill, Eric had a great sense of humor and a real take on the ridiculous. That he laughed did not insult me in the least. He leaned over and kissed me feather light on the cheek.
“You are very funny my dear and I will keep your observation in mind the next time I conduct my…affairs down there. Will that make things better for you?” he shook hands with Barrister. “Take her to Deux Poissons, my treat.”
“I will Eric, thank you,” he said.
“Have you been working on Bill’s database?” asked Eric, serious now.
“I have been yes,” I said. “Bill has done his work well. He had many names that were in the books already.”
“As is his duty,” he said. He’d never give Bill his due.
“ERIC NORTHMAN!!!!” said a voice like the wrath of God. I turned to see Renee coming our way.
“Good luck with that Eric,” I said as I finished my wine in a gulp and grabbed Barrister’s hand to get out of the way.
“Renee, my dearest almost mother in law,” said the Viking, his arms open as though to embrace her.
“I want to have some four letter words with you,” she said.
“Go, I am all yours Renee. Do with me what you will,” he said insincerely. He crossed his arms and welcomed her wrath.
Renee proceeded to handle language that would either make a longshoreman blush with embarrassment or swell with pride. She called Eric everything but a Viking in her long list of disparaging remarks. She enumerated the various and sundry forms of torture she would employ if he even breathed heavy in her daughter’s direction, much less laid a hand on her. Then she promised that Ivan, her human husband and father of said daughter, was not afraid to go back to prison.
“Good evening to you, too, Renee, would you like a cold drink?” he asked. He nodded at Chow who proceeded to make Renee a tall cold something alcoholic. Renee snatched up the drink from the bar and swigged it back. “Feel better now?”
“I do, thank you Eric,” she said. “But I mean what I say…one finger, one wrong look, and I will nip you where the queen grabbed you.” She finished the drink handed Eric the disc and took off in a huff. Eric looked at her figure as she retreated.
“Now she would make an excellent Vampire, boss,” said Chow.
“Yes she would,” said Eric, grinning his lopsided grin.
I was relieved to be coming into Fangtasia after a long day at Bill’s house. With Bill now gone, the sister wives and I had thrown ourselves into working on his house. The first room was the living room. We had taken everything off the walls, rolled up the rug, pushed all the furniture in the middle of the room and had filled and sanded the walls to prime and paint. The walls were now a solid medium blue, a half shade lighter than they were before, which actually brightened up the room considerably and the windows and base boards had been cleaned and we were waiting for the walls to be good and dry before we hung new curtains in a federal cream color, just this side the color of vanilla ice cream. We had other things to brighten up the room but they would have to wait til we moved the furniture out, cleaned the floors and laid the new gold area rug and threw down the bright jewel colored pillows onto the red velvet couches.
After that, we spent a few hours working on the database in the kitchen. Subsequent to that I went and had a shower and changed clothes and drove over to Shreveport to Fangtasia. Renee was going stop over later to bring Eric a disc of the work Chris had been doing for him and say a few choice words to the Viking. That was going to be fun.
Anyway, that is how I came to be there rather early that evening. Not too early to see Pam and Chow. He was at the bar, warming Tru:Bloods in the big warmer. Pam was at the door.
“Hello Aslinn, you look yummy,” she said, eyeballing me in the red dress with spaghetti straps and red silk slippers. “Are you here to see Eric?”
“Not if he is in his basement,” I said pointedly. I’d seen the shenanigans he’d been up to down there.
“He’s not,” she said. “He is in his office.”
“Well, I am here to meet Barrister,” I said. “He said he had some stuff for Eric to look over.”
“He is there now,” said Pam. “He is very yummy.” Pam had that look in her eyes like if she couldn’t shag him she could fang him.
“Don’t let me find any strange fangs on him Pam,” I said.
“You are so greedy,” she said and smiled her sardonic grin.
“That’s me, greedy,” I said.
“How are you holding up without Bill?” she asked.
“Don’t ask,” I said. I walked over to the bar. “Evenin’ Chow.”
“Black stuff?” he asked, grabbing a pint glass.
“House red,” I said. He moved to get me a Tru:Blood, then grinned. “Funny Chow.” I said, getting out my cigarettes.
“When are you gonna let my boss make you?” he asked.
“In the morning, around sun up,” I said. I could feel my inner smart ass coming out and Chow gave me a toothy grin when he brought over the glass of cold red wine. I sipped it and sucked on the taste a little.
“See , you already have the Vampire sip down,” said Chow. I showed Chow my favorite finger and he winked at me.
“Anytime my dear,” he said. Vampires…they are always on the make…literally. I heard voices and Sean and Eric came out of his office. Eric looked good standing there with Barrister. He was wearing a pair of black leather pants and heavy boots and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up three quarter length. Sean was in jeans and a white dress shirt, rolled up the same way. Eric moved with Vampire speed and took my hand to kiss but I snatched it away.
“Oooooo Aslinn was not pleased with my performance Sunday night,” he said.
“Eric, aren’t you afraid of getting diseases?” I asked.
“You know Vampires can’t get diseases from humans we have sex with,” he said smoothly.
“Hey Eric, I don’t care about your…manhood…Wanna know what really bothered me?” I asked.
“Were you jealous dearest…Barrister would not mind if we went downstairs for a bit,” he said.
“Barrister would mind…and no, I was not jealous. I was appalled,” I said. “There you were, in that dungeon with your catamount, and you were down there in your bare feet!!!! Your big naked Viking feet flapping and slapping around on that nasty assed concrete floor. Aren’t you afraid of getting hook worms or something doing that?” Eric looked at me.
“You were not jealous of the human I was having sex with, but you were concerned over my…hygiene?” he asked.
“Yeah, Eric, I was,” I said. “Whatever you like to do for recreation is up to you, I don’t care what your particular twist is, but please, be hygienic.”
Eric burst out laughing. Unlike Bill, Eric had a great sense of humor and a real take on the ridiculous. That he laughed did not insult me in the least. He leaned over and kissed me feather light on the cheek.
“You are very funny my dear and I will keep your observation in mind the next time I conduct my…affairs down there. Will that make things better for you?” he shook hands with Barrister. “Take her to Deux Poissons, my treat.”
“I will Eric, thank you,” he said.
“Have you been working on Bill’s database?” asked Eric, serious now.
“I have been yes,” I said. “Bill has done his work well. He had many names that were in the books already.”
“As is his duty,” he said. He’d never give Bill his due.
“ERIC NORTHMAN!!!!” said a voice like the wrath of God. I turned to see Renee coming our way.
“Good luck with that Eric,” I said as I finished my wine in a gulp and grabbed Barrister’s hand to get out of the way.
“Renee, my dearest almost mother in law,” said the Viking, his arms open as though to embrace her.
“I want to have some four letter words with you,” she said.
“Go, I am all yours Renee. Do with me what you will,” he said insincerely. He crossed his arms and welcomed her wrath.
Renee proceeded to handle language that would either make a longshoreman blush with embarrassment or swell with pride. She called Eric everything but a Viking in her long list of disparaging remarks. She enumerated the various and sundry forms of torture she would employ if he even breathed heavy in her daughter’s direction, much less laid a hand on her. Then she promised that Ivan, her human husband and father of said daughter, was not afraid to go back to prison.
“Good evening to you, too, Renee, would you like a cold drink?” he asked. He nodded at Chow who proceeded to make Renee a tall cold something alcoholic. Renee snatched up the drink from the bar and swigged it back. “Feel better now?”
“I do, thank you Eric,” she said. “But I mean what I say…one finger, one wrong look, and I will nip you where the queen grabbed you.” She finished the drink handed Eric the disc and took off in a huff. Eric looked at her figure as she retreated.
“Now she would make an excellent Vampire, boss,” said Chow.
“Yes she would,” said Eric, grinning his lopsided grin.
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