The Remington Suite Hotel and Spa

[onceaviking]

The Remington Hotel and Spa is a large, white building with a vague neoclassical air. It looks quietly elegant. And expensive.

Inside, the reception area is quite big, done up in dark wood paneling and scattered with small glass cafe tables and delicate ironwork-like chairs. Green plants dot the tables as well as the desk. Real plants with real dirt.

A man is seated in a corner reading a newspaper and a family is headed out of the door, likely on their way to a restaurant.

The receptionist is young, pretty and professionally bubbly, greeting Jay enthusiastically as he approaches the reception desk.

"Good evening, sir. How may I help you?"
She's blond and according to her name tag, her name is Marie Anne.

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[onceaviking]

Connie pauses and then continues, a little more soothingly perhaps.

Eric watches the proceedings, leaned against the wall.

After a long while, Connie wraps Jay in warm towels and tiptoes off.

She passes Eric on the way, looking straight at him with no signs of seeing him at all.

[runningred]

"Damn, she's good." Jay purrs as Connie leaves, uncurling and getting up slowly. He stretches with loud series of snaps, crackles and pops. "Oh gods, that feels so much better!"

He smiles to Eric and struts over to him, picking up the robe that's sitting next to him. Naked and warm with oil and right up in Eric's personal space. "So? Dinner?"

[onceaviking]

Eric lets his fangs drop with an audible click.

"Don't mind, if I do," he says.
There are no CCTVs here. He's checked.

[runningred]

Jay smiles and turns his head aside, pulling his hair back as he offering up his throat with a purr.

[onceaviking]

Eric dips his head and bites down, one hand resting lightly on Jay's shoulder, the other cupping the back of his head.

His lips and hands are cool against Jay's skin.

He drinks slowly, the wet noises loud in Jay's ear.

[runningred]

Jay moans softly, cupping Eric's hips as Eric drinks. He's hard but then he has been since Eric walked in. He runs a hand up Eric's back, holding him close as he feeds.

[onceaviking]

"That's enough for now, I think," Eric murmurs , pulling his lips away from Jay's neck.
"You have a dinner reservation, don't you?"

He is going to make him wait. That's how cruel he is.

[runningred]

To make them both wait. After all, Eric couldn't have taken much. "Let me just get change."

He pulls the robe closed and makes quick work of pulling his clothes back on, managing to adjust himself enough to hide the lust. "Dinner?" He smiles, making a show of acting normal.

[onceaviking]

Delaying pleasure is an art form.

Eric holds out his hand. "After you," he says, adding, as Jay passes him by, "I can smell you," in a low, growly tone.

[runningred]

"I don't doubt it." Jay shivers warmly and chuckles. "But I smell a damn sight better than I did before I had a shower."

He strolls outside into the evening air, still so hot and damp. The humidity makes his hair frizz and he pushes it back from his face. "Shall we walk? From what I can tell it's only a couple of blocks."

[onceaviking]

"Fine with me," Eric says.

The heat and humidity doesn't bother him of course. He looks different as he walks here though. Not because of sweat or frizzy hair as a human might, but because here he is both a hunter and hunted.
Alert. Vaguely threatening in the way he walks.

[runningred]

Jay's watchful too, but for different reasons. He's a stranger here and perople's reactions interest him. The way people look at Eric, the way people look at him.

The part of him that belongs to Batman and the League of Assassins watches too but he feels secure in knowing he could deal with any human issues here.

[onceaviking]

And they are certainly being looked at. Vampires may be out, but they are still a novelt. Threatening or alluring. Often both it seems.

Any cat calls coming their way is ignored by Eric and they soon reach the restaurant. It does indeed have a small sign in the window, advertising Tru Blood.

The waiter inside shows them to their table and doesn't bat an eye hen Eric waves the menu away and ask for an O Negative. Warmed.

[runningred]

Jay orders the t-bone recommend to him and a beer. He's finished for the day and might as well enjoy it but has no plans to get drunk. Not somewhere he isn't sure he's safe. "So all of America, why here? Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it has it's charms but..."

When their drinks arrive, Jay nods to the bottle. "Do you want some flavour in that?"

[onceaviking]

"You might say I was offered a job," Eric replies. "It's far enough away from Louisiana that I don't feel crowded."

By his superior.

"And my Maker is in Texas." So there's that.

He shakes his head to Jay's suggestion of a little flavoring. "I'd rather wait," he says. "And eat properly."

[runningred]

"So close buy not so close that you get under each other's feet." Jay nods. "My mentor and brother are much the same."

Jay grins warmly, very much looking forward to that.

They seem to have enough privacy to chat without anyone listening in too close. "Mind if I ask about the murders nearby? Seems to be the only thing people here want to talk about."

[onceaviking]

"I've been reading up on it," Eric says. " and getting informations through - other channels. It's not one of us, that much is certain.so right my main concern is that it's creating a rather hostile environment."

He takes a sip from the bottle.

[runningred]

"I was thinking of driving over there to check it out." Jay muses. "No-one in town knows me. I might be able to pick up something a local would miss." Unfortunately, now that he's got the idea in his head, he's keen to see what he can find out.

[onceaviking]

"That might not be a bad idea," Eric replies. "On the other hand, I doubt you could get anything useful from the locals. They're not exactly sharp, at least not the Sheriff's Department."

He takes another sip.

"And I have found some irregularities in my accounts. So someone is doing something they ought not do. I will have to look into that as well."

Eric is, despite people ideas about the opposite, quite on top of things.

[runningred]

"Give me a sec to nip back to the Bar and internet connection and I should be get you anything they have on file. Not sure how computer suave the cops are around here." Jay shrugs. "But I can start by chatting to some locals, see what I turn up."

He raises an eyebrow to Eric. "Trouble at the club?"

[onceaviking]

"As long as they don't get suspicious I have no objections," Eric replies.

"Trouble for whomever is trying to get creative with my money, " Eric says with a rather unpleasant smile.

[runningred]

"Like I told the school girls - the company books the jobs, I just do the work." He flips out a Willis Todd landscaping business card with the patter of a pro and his most disarming smile. "I was utterly surprised to hear the house belonged to a vampire. We specialise in landscape makeovers while people are on vacation. I didn't even know anyone was home."

He might be honest with most people at Milliways but he's an accomplished and easy liar.

He drops the act and finishes off his beer. "I'd offer you help but it sounds like the sort of trouble you and Pam don't need me for."

[onceaviking]

Eric' laughs at Jay's pretense.
"Very good. You should give classes."

As for the rest - "I am sure you would rather not get involved in that side of my business, Jay." The bloody and violent side. He knows that Jay is no stranger to blood d violence, but Eric has a feeling he might not approve of his on methods.

[runningred]

"Hell no." Jay chuckles. "I don't want anyone to know my tricks."

He shrugs and drops his eyes. Jay is well aware of his issues with his own gift for violence. "You're right. I don't belong to this world and it's your club." He flashes Eric a quick smile. "Besides, Pam would hate me even more if I got in the way of her fun."

[onceaviking]

"Unless you got inventive. She might appreciate that," Eric purrs.