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onceavikingThey return early in the evening and Eric locks himself in his office and dedicates his time to phone calls.
He'd been tempted to push it off, ignoring the harsh reality of the utter clusterfuck they were returning to, but there had been no chance of that. The first thing they'd seen upon returning to Fangtasia - the literal first fucking thing - had been Russell Edgington. Not in the flesh, but on the small television set in his office.
Russell Edgington, raving like a madman. Oh, and ripping the spine out of the news anchor's back.
Yeah. Clusterfuck. Not to be put off.
So he gets Pam to go get the club ready and starts making calls. His stock brokers, his banks.
A lawyer.
He'd rather hoped that things could be taken care of like this, but the lawyer is insistent that he will need face time as well as signatures. So they schedule an appointment that same night, after closing time at Fangtasia.
When the Sheriff of Area Five wants business taken care of, even busy lawyers can find a free slot in their time manager.
And then it's time to work the crowd. His edginess permeates everything, tinting every interaction with danger.
The crowd loves it. The humans anyway. Somehow, most of them seem to miss that it is not an act.
The vampire staff and vampire customers on the other hand, give him a wide berth.
The night drags on.
Closing time comes round.
As does the lawyer. A nicely dressed man with grey hair and discrete, gold rimmed glasses. He waits by the bar as the last stragglers are ushered out and everything is wiped down.
He'd been tempted to push it off, ignoring the harsh reality of the utter clusterfuck they were returning to, but there had been no chance of that. The first thing they'd seen upon returning to Fangtasia - the literal first fucking thing - had been Russell Edgington. Not in the flesh, but on the small television set in his office.
Russell Edgington, raving like a madman. Oh, and ripping the spine out of the news anchor's back.
Yeah. Clusterfuck. Not to be put off.
So he gets Pam to go get the club ready and starts making calls. His stock brokers, his banks.
A lawyer.
He'd rather hoped that things could be taken care of like this, but the lawyer is insistent that he will need face time as well as signatures. So they schedule an appointment that same night, after closing time at Fangtasia.
When the Sheriff of Area Five wants business taken care of, even busy lawyers can find a free slot in their time manager.
And then it's time to work the crowd. His edginess permeates everything, tinting every interaction with danger.
The crowd loves it. The humans anyway. Somehow, most of them seem to miss that it is not an act.
The vampire staff and vampire customers on the other hand, give him a wide berth.
The night drags on.
Closing time comes round.
As does the lawyer. A nicely dressed man with grey hair and discrete, gold rimmed glasses. He waits by the bar as the last stragglers are ushered out and everything is wiped down.
