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]

"It looks like it is coming along nicely," Eric says, leaning against the wall. He's in black as always, a stark contrast to the white room.

He's about to say something else when Connie bustles in. She stops and says, "Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but there's only one person -"

And then she stops, stiffening as Eric is suddenly right in front of her. His pale skin and red eyes clearly mark him as not human in the bright, overhead lights.

"Hello - Connie." Eric says, putting a finger beneath her chin. She's tall, but she still had to look up.

"Now listen to me, Connie. Are you listening? Good. You only have one client in the room. There's just Jay here, no one else. And he is quiet. So quiet that he might be asleep. Not talking. Do you get that?

The woman nods dreamily and repeats Eric's words. "Very good," he says, stroking his finger across her cheek. "Very good. Now, do you have any other clients after Jay?"

She shakes her head, mutely. Transfixed by the glittering eyes of the vampire and his soothing voice.

"When you're done, you'll go get ready to go home and leave Jay to rest here. Okay? There's a tip for you in an envelope behind the counter. He will have been very pleased with you."

She smiles, happily, still looking vacant.

Then Eric moves away and she comes to, turning her back on Jay to get the oil for her hands.
"Are you ready?" she asks, brightly.

Eric moves a little, just to be out of her way.
"You don't mind me staying, do you?" He asks Jay. Connie is oblivious.

[runningred]

Jay watches the exchange with interest. He catches Eric's eye and mouths the word 'glamour' with a questioning eyebrow.

He stretches out on the table. "Yeah, I'm ready. Thanks Connie."

"Not at all." He smiles over to Eric. "I'd be glad of your company. Interesting town you've got here."

[onceaviking]

Eric nods. " Yes. It's a handy skill."

He leans against the wall again and watches as Connie massages Jay, oblivious to his presence.

"It's okay, I guess. Downtown's a bit more interesting, but I like the anonymity of my neighborhood."

Connie is skillfully working her way across Jays back. Quietly.

[runningred]

"Not as anonymous as you might like. Even the local school girls seem to know you live there. Mind you, they're just interested because you're cute." Jay chuckles.

He groans softly as Connie finds a particularly tight knot.

[onceaviking]

"We don't hide, that's true. But I try to keep business at Fangtasia."

His eyes glide across Jay's skin. Warmed by the oil and Connie's hands.
"Were they pushy? The little girls?"

They tend to be.

[runningred]

"They were sweet and flirty and too fucking young to bear." Jay sighs as Connie works on him, trying not to enjoy having Eric watch him like this. "It was almost embarrassing."

[onceaviking]

"In my day, they would have been married already," Eric says. "And if they'd been living in some of the small towns around here, they likely would have been too, now."

He stretches. "Have you eaten?"

[runningred]

"Maybe." Jay shrugs, "but I've got a real thing about people messing with kids.It's just... my thing."

He snorts. "I'm guessing from what I've heard here, some of them would be married to their own cousins." And he wouldn't make that joke if he thought Connie could hear him.

"Not yet. I've got a table booked at the steak place up the road. Care to join me? I know you're not much for steak but..." He flashes Eric a playful grin.

[onceaviking]

"And it's not just hearsay," Eric replies, stretching.

"If it's the one I am thinking about, they advertise that they serve Tru Blood, so yes, I think I'll do that."

Pam was told not to expect him today.
She was not happy about that.

[runningred]

Jay gives a little shudder of disgust, probably scaring Connie.

"If not, we'll go there." Jay shrugs, letting himself enjoy the massage with a sigh. "After all, you know this place better than I do."

Sorry Eric, Jay's having trouble forming words at the moment. Connie is very, very good.

[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."