OOM - Beware of Swedes bearing gifts

[onceaviking]

Eric is slowly loosing his patience.
He's been parked here for several minutes now and someone still hasn't made an appearance.

It will rather ruin the effect if he has to actually walk up to that sad little shed and drag Lafayette out of it. So he honks again and tries to will the man to actually react.
He's got to be home. The light is on.
And it's not the only thing that has been lit up, judging from the smell.

He sighs.

And then finally something stirs.

He turns a little in the seat, running his hand across the leather upholstery.
Then he raises his hand and gives Lafayette a small, almost coy,three-fingered wave.

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[a_little_cocoa]

The instant Lafayette recognizes him, the bottom of his stomach drops out.

"God, this muhfuckah--," he gripes under his breath as he ties his robe and hustles down the steps.

Why. Why it gotta be Eric Northman for. Just why. Because really, there's gotta be a joke in this somewhere.

He hopes to all the gods and goddesses that the only things Eric can smell on him is weed and fear, 'cause ain't no sexual tension up in here. No sir.