Business is Bumping

Blake smirked. "You do get around luv," he considered. "Being the Sherriff's changes things. You three stepped to her?"

Celeste's smile was coy, an impish sort of danger dancing in her bright eyes.

"I don't know if you're understanding me, tiger... when I say no one owns me, that includes anyone I've fed from.."

"That's the sort of bloody thing you figure you're gonna clarify when considering the protection of a ghoul like yourself," said Blake.

"Anything you find out about my," he chuckled to himself, "Organization, might as well be a memo to her, right?"

Her head shook, unnaturally red locks falling over her eyes. "Please, why give away any secrets I have when there are people willing to pay?"

Blake folded his arms, "Now that's a real American businesswoman for you," he scoffed. "See this is why I normally don't read the fine print. Just makes my head hurt."

"Oh, honey," Her tone was comforting, though her words were obviously meant as anything but, "No one actually would pay for information on what you're doing."

Blake actually brightened, "Oh well then. Good point. Makes me feel better," he said. "Shag?"

She laughed, leaning in and running her tongue up his cheek. "Maybe later. I have appointments to make - and anyways, it's about time for you to go, right?" Her brow quirked as she nudged him a bit, smirking.

Blake shrugged. "Off I go then. Stay safe red." Without further ado, Blake strolled out of the private box.

"Bye!" She called, a mockingly forlorn twinge to her tone. She watched him for just a moment as he left, then disappeared back into the private room.

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