Affairs at Work (Daniel, Raoul & Savannah)

[danny]

Danny walked from table to table carrying the dish bucket with him. And he picked up every dish left behind by people. Most of the time he was quick to clean up a table and move on to the next. Other time he would run across something that would want to make him gag. It all depended in the end. But this time of night was the easiest. It was close to closing. Only about an hour of work remained. And the only ones left in the place was him, his co-workers and, of course, the miserable drunks. But the silence that came with it was ok by him. And for the past few minutes only the clank of plates in he was collecting held his attention. Until he heard a familiar voice.

Raoul. The bartender. He was talking to someone who was yakking on about something. And he turned his head, only to find him staring right at him, again. It had been that way since they’re shift had started. Every time he took the chance to glance at him, he was already looking at him. And he would shoot his gaze away quickly. He hadn’t been able to actually look at him since he went home early last night. Danny had claimed feeling sick. But it was more along the lines of nerves after what he transpired between him and Raoul in a back closet. Before hand, he’d always spoken with him when it was called for. But then again he didn’t really talk to anyone unless he needed to. But he’d gone to a supply closet, and both he and Raoul disappeared for about an hour. And the fact no one had noticed was a relief. But he noticed that look on him before. Like an animal watching its prey. True he was attracted to him, but what had happened was so sudden. And he’d never felt that way. So taken. So alive. And he had the bite marks and scratches to prove it, though right now they were concealed and out of sight.

Though now he had to turn around to go back into the kitchen. And Danny completely failed at being subtle. Raoul was looking at him again, and Danny nearly walked all over a pulled out chair. He took a moment to collect himself, and continued about returning to the kitchen. He walked in and set the dish bucket down into the oversized sink and filled the bucket with soapy water. He watched as the night’s cook finished in putting away everything he had to do and walked around him. He then had a quick talk with Raoul when he announced he was leaving and was gone. Now that left only two employees here.

[raoul]

A small part of Raoul often questioned why he'd decided to attempt to settle down in Bon Temps. Hicksville, as he called it. There wasn't even a proper shopping centre, save for the one in Monroe that was no where near Bon Temps. Just a cluster of houses, a small selection of shops and Merlotte's, the local bar. He had entered employment after, coincidentally, he'd been caught hunting by Sam, the owner. After swearing that he wouldn't hurt any of the people who came into the bar and grill, Raoul had been given a job as a bartender, and, if needed, security to get rid of unwanted drunks. Of course, it helped that both he and Sam had an uneasy truce - he knew Sam Merlotte was a shifter, just as Sam knew Raoul was a werelion. And while he wanted nothing more than to rip the shifter apart, he needed a cover in this rinky dink little town. A way to escape the horrors of his past. And he knew Sam offered him that. So, here he was... standing behind the bar at Merlotte's, a tea towel hanging over his shoulder as he gave a patron at the bar a rather disgruntled and bored look, but otherwise kept silent as the man rattled on about his daughter finally graduating high school. Raoul shifted, leaning against the bar as he scowled then let his eyes wander. Fucking useless humans. They weren't good for anything save for the occasional fuck and mutilating.

And then, he spotted something that made his scowl turn into a rather hungry grin. He remembered meeting the busboy, Daniel, for the first time a week earlier. His predatory instincts had kicked in almost immeditaly. There was just something in the way the blonde haired teen looked and smiled. And, by all that was holy, he made the most delicious sounds of pain when Raoul had cornered him in the back of Merlotte's and has his way with him in a broom closet. No way had Raoul been gentle, he could still taste the boy's blood on his teeth and imagined there were some very nice grooves cut into the boy's body from possessive hands. That was the way with him. It always had been. Ever since he'd been a child. He knew what he wanted. And he took it. He didn't care if Daniel was only 19, he certainly wasn't the type to objectify over age. Nor was he the type to settle down. He was the type to do exactly what he wanted, when he wanted regardless of the consequences.

"Out."

His attention turned back to the drunkard in front of him almost immediately as he heard his conversation start all over again. His eyes narrowed and he straightened, removing the empty glasses sitting in front of the patron. The man went to complain but a soft growl left the already irritated were and his eyes darkened before he pointed his finger towards the door. The man frowned before he got up and trudged out, following the night cook as his attention shifted back to Daniel. He watched the blonde half stumble over a chair as his pensive gaze met the younger man's. He loved having that effect on guys. And girls. It didn't matter what gender. He wasn't picky. Once the bar was empty, save for himself and the young blonde, he relaxed some, wiping down the counter before he threw the towel towards the sink and tried to stretch the knots out of his shoulders. As much as he enjoyed sitting there night after night listening to drunken ass humans bitching about their human lives and all the little fucked up issues that go on and on and on and on, but usually he hunted after dark, and that lost most of his pent up tension. However, he was intrigued by Daniel's behaviour, that, and there was a rather strong scent wafting in through the now open door.

[savannah]

"Hello in there!" Savannah called from just outside the door of what was supposed to be the only place worth being at in the little town of Ben Temps. She made had made her way back to the bar and grille after a not so fun trip just weeks before. In as much as she didn't find the place to be the most friendly nor the most refined, she enjoyed the food. One couldn't find this type of authentic southern cooking in New York where she came from. She had spent her evening at the Hair of the Dog in Shreveport and drinking and dancing on the bar gave her the munchies so here she was now, stepping slowly into the empty looking establishment.

Dressed in a provocative blue dress, she walked around the booth located right at the entrance and called again. "Hey, are you guys still open?" The room was deserted except for the guy behind the bar - the cute looking guy behind the bar to be specific. Savannah pasted on her usual flirty smile that showed her perfectly straight pearly whites, flipped her hair and walked towards the bar.

She took the center stool where she got a peek at the kitchen. In there, she saw, was another employee who didn't look so bad himself. He had blond hair, a good build and looked about her own age. However, her attention had already been completely captured by the strong looking man -not boy- before her. All thoughts about food were driven out of her mind and she found herself ordering a drink instead. "Blow job?" she ordered in a very suggestive tone.

Savannah Kristelle St. Claire

[danny]

The dishes clanked in the sink as he washed them. But he did so slowly, as his mind was wonder else where. Every other thought somehow found its way back to that closet. But he continued to go about his work silently. Wash, rinse, and stack. That’s all there was to it. But he didn’t feel so hot tonight. With it being a new moon out, he was at his weakest moment. He hated how it also affected his mood. As the moon disappeared from the sky he came to be a bit more depressed and shied away ever more from the world. But even with a full moon out, he stayed away for people. His powers were at they’re fullest. But also at they’re most random.

But he stood there wondering if he should walk in there and talk to him. It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy what happened. He thought about being with him several times since he’d started working here. But before he could come to a conclusion of what he should do, he heard the door swing open and close. It wasn’t strange for someone to drift in here close to closing time. But he heard the woman’s voice. So he went back to finishing the last of his work for the night. But his ears perked up when he heard the suggestive tone she was taking with Raoul. “Oh hell no.” he breathed. Words only heard by himself, he hoped. He still wasn’t sure if something was between him and Raoul. But he wasn’t going to let someone else have a go at him. So he set the last plate down and clicked off the kitchen light. He walked out to where he could be seen. He looked at his watch, and looked back at her. "15 minutes." he spoke, walking over to the bar, keeping a polite appearance and tone.

He badly wanted to talk to Raoul about last night. But he didn't want to do so in front of other people. So he'd wait around till this woman left. But he looked at Raoul, "Would you mind getting me a Coke from outta the fridge under there." he spoke, mention the fridge under the bar as he took a seat.

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[raoul]

Werewolf. He dare not utter the word. But he knew the scent. He resisted the urge to growl, though he could feel it building up, and instead swallowed hard as the young girl entered the bar and grill. Raoul allowed his eyes to take in the provocative dress, and the curves beneath it and his smile turned animalistic. He leant forward, his eyes raking over her as she approached. There was no way in hell he was a subtle person, and she was attractive, and he didn't give a damn if she knew he was checking her out. Every inch he took in, he was slowly removing clothing and imagining her writhing beneath him, crying in pain and pleasure. And yet... the girl in his fantasies morphed into the blonde and lean figure of Daniel. Leaning back sharply, Raoul tilted his head as he heard plates crash in the kitchen. So, Daniel had heard her.

"Darling, those two words will get you into a world of trouble," he growled, mixing her drink before he pushed it towards her, his eyes most definitely taking her in completely as he leant down. "In every sense of the word... trouble."

'oh hell no...'Oh? And what was that? He straightened and met Daniel's eye as the blonde emerged. he wasn't jealous, was he? Not that Raoul cared if he was. He didn't want a relationship... commitment... from the kid, did he? His eyes shifted between the two teens as Daniel spoke briskly to the girl, making a mental note of the stiffness in the blonde's polite tone before he ducked to grab the kid a coke.

"One blow job, and one coke..." His voice was a soft growl, so that neither could tell if he was trying to come onto Daniel, or the girl. He wanted to keep it that way. He knew what the werewolf was trying to do. Trying to see if he'd fall for her little seduction. Well, he never chased. He did the chasing. And if she wasn't chasing, she wasn't worth it. Not that she'd be worth it anyway. Fucking werewolves. They thought they were all so high and mighty.

[savannah]

Savannah could tell that the bartender was checking her out and that he liked what he saw. He had looked at every inch of her much like a predator would look at its prey; that made her smile and bite her lower lip. She liked it rough, after all. Although, something in exactly the way he was looking at her made her wonder if he was just as he appeared. Walking in, Savannah assumed he was human. Now, though, she thought she picked up the scent of the supernatural in the air and, though, it wasn't all coming from him, he certainly seems to be part of it.

"Darling, those two words will get you into a world of trouble," he told her after she placed her order. She gave a quick chuckle and said, "Maybe that's exactly what I'm counting on." The words were barely out of her mouth when the dishwasher from the kitchen came out and told her that the bar will close in just a little while. He looked pissed about something and she assumed it was because he was going to have to cleanup after her when the place closes.

Yeah, that was it, she assumed. She gave the blond boy a curt nod and brought back her attention to the bartender. He was now making her drink and was about to get that soda for the boy. Savannah looked at him through her long, thick lashes and she leaned across the bar, giving him quite a view. She picked up the bottle of tequila that was just a little taller than the bar and added. "Anything for you, sugar?"

Savannah Kristelle St. Claire

[danny]

Daniel didn’t even know why he was acting like this. He’d only been with the guy once. And he’d been quite literally forced into it, even if he had enjoyed it for the most part. But still, the very thought of someone else trying to get with him made him furious. And in a way, he ached to be with Raoul again. He’d been in no way gentle on him. The scratches bite marks, and slight bruises on his skin were proof of that. But sitting here now, he knew he wanted it again. Everyone had always been so careful with him. So it was something else to be that way. Completely taken by another.

But he sat there and sipped on the soda Raoul had gotten for him. And wondered if some polite conversation would hurt anyone. And he guessed it wouldn’t. it might even get Raoul to reveal a little of himself as well. But he would go straight into that. He’d work his way around to getting to the one person who had his attention as of late. But he looked at the woman. “So what are you doing out so late? We don’t usually see anyone come in so close to closing time.” He asked. He let his voice travel smoothly. And in truth, he was hoping she’d just leave, so that he could talk with Raoul alone for a bit. Or maybe more if it came to that, but this time hoped to get him home instead. While he didn’t mind Raoul being rough on him, he’d at least prefer a comfortable setting.

[raoul]

A soft chuckle left Raoul as the girl looked from an obviously pissed, and jealous, Daniel, before returning her gaze to him. He knew as a werewolf her reflexes were fast, but he'd grown up in a war zone, and his were faster. His hand immediately caught her wrist before she had a chance to take hold of the tequila, and he flashed her another smirk before he leant forward and narrowed his eyes.

"I would not touch that, if I were you, miss" he growled softly, knowing full well she'd be able to hear, but Daniel might just think he was saying something dirty. With that, he pulled back and straightened, placing the bottle of tequila with the rest of the bottles before he turned back to the two of them. What he would give to have a fight with a werewolf. It had been some years since he'd last come face to face with one, and that one had been a grizzled old man. This one was youthful, full of spirit and fight. He imagined she'd put up some sort of challenge, for a while. He hoped, at least. As Daniel spoke, he found himself drawn to the blonde's voice. He watched as the kid sat and tensed his shoulders, noticing how his collar slipped slightly, revealing a bite mark that looked like he'd been attacked by an animal.

Raoul smirked and leant over, tugging Daniel's collar back up before he cleared away the bottles sitting on the counter and sat back, watching the two. God how he wanted a fight. Or just the chance to punch something. He hadn't been hunting in days, not since Sam had caught him. He didn't dare go out now, not with all the fucking vampires around, they'd be drawn to the scent, and he couldn't have that. His body ached for the thrill of the hunt, and the rapture of the kill, even if he despised it at the same time. It was his drug, and he was a bloodlust junkie. He knew it. He didn't care. It was a part of him even though it tore at him to do such horrible things. And he knew exactly who he could thank for these feelings of remorse. That fucking African witch... or Shaman, as they were called in Africa. A soft growl left him and he looked away, folding his arms as he leant against the shelving behind him, his eyes closing in thought.

[savannah]

With reflexes that rival, if not surpass, her own, the bartender grabbed her hand and brought it away from the tequila bottle she was aiming for. Savannah let a look of surprise show on her face for about a second. She wondered if there was something more to his man than he initially thought. The possibility that he might be a supe just enticed her even more. "'Miss?'" she said to him. "What happened to darling?" Her voice was so thick with flirtation that she was sure neither he nor the dishwasher boy could have missed it.

She drew her hand back as the boy spoke. He did so with a smooth, clear voice, but, something about how he had calmed down all of a sudden seemed fishier to her than his initial reaction just seconds before. He looked like it was taking all his efforts not to throw her own and Savannah still wasn't quite sure why. It wasn't until the bartender reached for his collar to pull it up did it down on the girl that she might have been getting in the middle of something.

"I just had a craving," Savannah answered the boy, her voice as even as his. "And, I do like to indulge." She had added that last part after she turned her stare back to the bartender. She had no idea what to think; if they were together, she wasn't going to want to be with him. It wasn't that she was homophobic; she was just not cool with rejection. If he was gay, he was sure to say no to her.

He could be bisexual, and she didn't have a problem with that. Savannah decided to test that theory. With her usual playful grin in place, she lifted herself onto the bar and swung her legs around. Her were agility working for her, she was already jumping off on the other side before they realized what she was doing. It was either that or they just both got a eyeful and didn't wanna move just yet. "And, at the moment, I'm craving tequila." She reached for the same bottle which the bartender moved. He other hand was reaching or the salt and she asked him,"Would you like to take body shot off me?"

She leaned back and place the pinch of right where her cleavage was and a few bits dropped down. "I insist," she added, looking the bartender square in the eye and handing him the bottle.

Savannah Kristelle St. Claire

[danny]

Danny just sat in silence and wait for her to speak. Wondering just what she’d say. But his eyes shifted between her and Raoul. Mainly his eyes were staying on Raoul. He couldn’t take his gaze from him for some reason. He had so many questions about the other night, and it seemed his eyes were asking since he refused to speak with another around at the moment. He blushed a little when he reached over to pull up his collar. He hadn’t noticed it’d dropped down, showing what Raoul had left behind. But he’d brought his hand over and straightened his shirt where it had been pulled up. He gave Raoul a thankful smile in return. But his head turned to the woman as she spoke. And he was absolutely enthralled by the flirty tone she was taking with Raoul. He knew he didn’t exactly hold the right to be jealous over one time in a supply closet. “Some cravings can be dangerous.” He spoke calmly, but it did hold his agitation.

But what she did next was something else entirely. And Danny just shot a look. She was making another pass at Raoul. And as always he started to hear a buzzing in his head. He powers were starting to act up in response to this. And he was having quite the time in trying to contain himself. While his power did rise and fall with the moons phases, he was still a very powerful witch. And even under this night’s new moon he could cause a great deal of damage if he really wanted to. His eyes flickered to Raoul for only a moment to see the agitated look he held. And Danny let go on his hold, but only slightly. Several bottles behind him shattered simultaneously, including the one she held. Though she herself was unscathed. And there would be no having a cover for that. But he had to put his hand on his head as the other side effect of this took hold. Losing control like that always gave him a headache that came with the buzzing. And he tried to pass it off and a gesture of agitation. Making another pass at Raoul would not be healthy for her. Danny wasn’t a wrathful person in any way, nor was he one to be offensive. Explaining just he was so easily taken, other than enjoying it. But he didn’t like to be tested on that level either. His power had a reaction all on its own.

[raoul]

Ok, now he was a generally contained person when he wanted to be, but now this werewolf was just getting on her nerves. As she rounded the bar, and had the decency to offer herself up to Raoul so vulgarly, the werelion growled and caught her wrist, his eyes shooting to Daniel as he caught the change in atmosphere, before pulling the werewolf completely out of the way as the bottle sbehind them, and theo ne that had been in her hand, shattered. His eyes were still on Daniel as the blonde clutched his head, his breath changing as pain shot through him, and Raoul stilled some, before he took hold of the girl's shoulder.

"I think it's time you left," he murmured, finally looking away from Daniel. "Come on, I'll escort you out."

His voice was soft as he led her ahead of him, his hand on her shoulder as he glanced at Daniel and nodded some, making sure the blonde was all right before he led Savannah out of Merlotte's. As soon as they were outside, and out of view and earshot from Daniel, Raoul growled and pinned Savannah to the wall, his eyes flashing amber as he stared down at her.

"If you ever... EVER... try something like that again, werewolf bitch," he growled, his hand rising to close around her throat in warning. "I will not hesitate to rip your pretty little head off, understand me? You gotta understand, you can't just waltz in somewhere and expect everyone else to fall into line. The world don't work that way, and if you ever try it with me again, or expect me to fall to that pathetic display of seduction, I'll show you exactly why people fear me. Do you understand me? Now go home, before I change my mind..."

With that he shoved her, and stepped back, a hand rising to brush through his hair as he shoved the other in his back pocket, looking away with an angry noise. When he was sure she wouldn't try anything, he stepped back inside and approached Daniel, his eyebrow raising in an unspoken question.

"So, what exactly was that, little one?" he asked, his voice unusually gentle as he stopped just in front of Daniel as the boy turned on his stool, his eyes taking in the blonde's features.

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