Don’t ask me where the fucks I was because I ain’t gonna tell you. Classified, bitch. Got a problem with it? Deal with it.
…Eric. Gonna tie me up again or some shit?
“Yes, well this bitch has a sense of humor.” She kinda liked his spunk. A better choice than little snobby vampires with sticks up in their asses. Though she still flinched a bit once called a bitch. Wan’t really something people did. Well, at least not to her face. “Well, with this attitude you will either go far or nowhere at all. But since you are here and I can not afford more house fires, how about a drink? And I mean alcohol.”
"Uh huh, sure you do." He had to admit. Out of all of the vampires he had met, he could deal with her. In a way, she was like him. Full of sassiness and the biggest diva out there. He could handle it, in small amounts of course. He was the H.B.I.C. and he would let that be known. "Bitch, I ain’t stupid. I knows what the fucks yous talkin about. Gimme a tequila sunrise." He said with a wink.
“And how is my favorite dealer these days?” Pam asked with a smirk. She didn’t know what she enjoyed most about visiting Lafayette, his initial reactions to her presence, how easy he he was to scare, or the amount of blunt attitude that was packed into one human.
Hearing that voice, it could only come from one person. “God fuckin damnit.” He said, tripping up a bit. Turning around, he looked at her, rolling his eyes. “Bitch, I don’t deal no mo. What the fucks do you want?” He said, not really scared after unlocking his potential as a witch but just annoyed and shaken up.
“Well, since we are buddies now, let me tell you about that time when someone came here and started a fire…” She chuckled and waved her hand dismissively. Polite little chit-chats weren’t her strong side after all. “I get that vibe you are not a fan of our kind, yet you are still here. Talking. Why is that if I may ask?”
"Haha, real funny, bitch." He said with a shrug, taking out his nail file and starting to file his nails without a care in the world. "Why the fuck not? I can defend myself and ya’ll bitches ain’t goin nowhere so might as well."
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Hmmm… look what we have here, Hello Sweetheart.
….oh hell. Hello Eric.
“Well, darling, I’m the queen… shit, to put it the way you would understand.” She grinned at him and rolled her eyes at him too. Well that was definitely not a conversation she ever saw herself having. “So, no more fireworks and we will be just fine.”
"Exactly." He spoke back to her, taking out his compact mirror to make sure none of his makeup was messed up. Looking back at her, he sighed. "Now, how the fucks is you?" He said, trying to start some kind of conversation.
Sophie looked around, her eyebrow raised a bit. “Impressive.” She said with a grin on her face. “If I wanted you dead, you would be long long time ago. Yet you dare threaten me, based on your own paranoia? I could rip you apart in an eye blink you would not even know what hit you. How about you control your little magic tricks and I will try to keep my fangs in?”
"Yous vampires think you’re the king shit around here. Well, yous ain’t." He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, the fire going out. "…and by the way, if I wanted you dead, I’d be doing much more than a fire trick. So let’s just be buddy buddy bitches and take the tension from a 10 to a 2, do I make myself clear?"
“Such a temper coming from a human. One should be more careful, just so you know.”
"Dis bitch…" With that, he regretably mumbled a small incantation, surrounding them both with fire. "Like I fuckin said. I ain’t yo fuckin bloodbag. Now, backs the fuck up before I turn you into a charboiled bitch, you feel me?"