Competition (open)

In typical fashion, the Setite took her next shot of tequila and smirked.

"Can I watch?"

"I'm actually not much of an exhibitionist," he said with a smirk.

"Liar!" she called and poured another drink for a girl who giggled due to maybe having had three too many.

Rachel was so glad she wasn't taking a drink, or she'd of snarfed for sure, taking a deep breath, looked at Griselda with a "Did he just say what I think he just said..." look on her face, before going back to serving drinks....

She winked at Rachel and gave Chase a grin.

"Truly, I don't particularly mind if she wants to watch."

Wouldn't be the first time that a third person invaded her bedroom.

Chase, he just took a sip from his whiskey, because in that moment, if Chase Covington could have, he'd have blushed. truly and honestly he'd have blushed.

The woman merely grinned at the embarrassed look on Chase's face. She couldn't help the little laugh that came to her throat, either.

"She's spunky. I like it."

Oh, boy, did she like it.

Rachel looked at Griselda, leaned over and kissed her cheek, not going to say a thing nope she wasn't, and she handed her the Jack she was needing right then too. Really her and Griselda could be scary how in sync they could get. She gave Amunet a look like you have no idea and then back to work for the pretty ghoul.

It might not have been hard to imagine the redhead reading the blonde's mind, but the blonde reading the redhead's mind was another matter entirely. She returned Rachel's kiss to her cheek because she really did appreciate the work that the ghoul put into things, then smirked at Rachel, Amunet and Chase.

"I'll throw a hundred dollars down to see you do a body shot off of all three of us."

Because it was her bar, and she could. Also, Chase was just adorable when he was embarrassed.

"I'll tell you what, you make it a hundred per and it goes to the soup kitchen that priest used to volunteer at and you've got a deal."

Because debauchery for charity, right?

Oh, look, the Setite just stretched a little and smirked at Chase.

"I'll throw in a thousand for you to do it twice. Charity of your choice, of course."

See? She's helping.

Chase looked to Griselda with a raised eyebrow then nodded at Amunet as if to say, "I can do this, your call..."

She actually gave Chase a kind-of helpless look. One that said: I started it....

Then she shrugged with a grin.

Oops.

Chase gave that sort of shrug that he does when he knows he's beaten, but... was he really beaten in this case?

"Alright, Ladies up on the bar!"

Rachel turned "Two body shots, charity that Chase calls - A thousand per body shot - and no more foolishness this eve?" with a bright smile at the 3 vampires before her. And she waits for Griselda to get up before she does.

She grinned at Rachel.

"I will not promise an end to foolishness. But I will try to be good, I swear."

Key word being 'try'.

"And I believe, Amunet meant 3 shots, one off of each of you, twice... though I may be misunderstanding that..."

Wait... they were plying chase with booze... how was this a good idea?

"Never stop you from having fun, but within reason. How much per body shot?" batting her eyes at Amunet while joining Griselda on the bar.

She grinned.

"It's one thousand for six shots. And I will even throw in another one thousand if he manages to make it worth my while."

Still helping.

"Define 'worth your while." he said with a smirk.

She leaned slightly forward and there was that signature smirk on her pretty, red-painted lips.

"I should be needing to go home and masturbate by the time this is over. If it's actually worth my while."

Did we mention that Amunet is not shy? 'Cuz Amunet is not shy.

"Twice."

Chase looked at Amunet... "Yes, but if you have to aleviate some tension, that means I'll have to take Griselda home and ravage her... thrice..."

I know, oh, darn...

Rachel looked at Griselda with and I get nutin with a pout at her.

She couldn't help the smirk that graced her lips.

"She already said she didn't mind if I watched. So I'm okay with that."

Griselda, for her part, gave Rachel a 'Don't worry, we'll get you sorted out, look. And then she just looked a little shocked and terrified.

Nobody needed to translate that look on her face when Amunet spoke. What did I get myself into?