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 Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 10:52 am
((So while I'm waiting for Marie to get turned into a midnight snack, just thought I would pop in with this very fitting and amusing picture.)) Clickie! You know you wanna. ninja
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 12:22 pm
{Oh lol! emotion_awesome }
Anya looked rather giddy as she walked alongside Neil and the tasty looking woman. She couldn't help but wonder what sort of taste this girl would have to her. Anya guessed it would probably hold a sweet, artistic taste judging by the looks of the girl and the sort of vibe she seemed to give off. For the moment being, Anya decided to remain silent, letting Neil do all the talking while she kept a pleasant smile plastered across her lips.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 12:53 pm
"So, what brings you to Vice, miss...?" Neil asked.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 1:32 pm
"Marie" she finished for him. "And I don't believe I got your names either." She said to the pair of them. Technically she already knew Anya's name, but it just seemed polite to ask nonetheless. "And I didn't realize I needed a reason." She added with a giggle. An intoxicated haze of lights and sound is always fun. Her best paintings were inspired by such a place. "Well actually my friends brought me out to celebrate. A painting of mine was sold recently for $600, my best sale to date." She informed them, rather proud of herself. With her talent only getting better by the day, she could only go up from there.
Marie walked with them to the back room, thrilled about the exclusiveness of it all. It wasn't everyday she got a chance like this. And ironically enough, on the side wall she noticed one of her own paintings hung up, one which Vice bought from her about a year or so ago, inspired by their very club. She had wondered where they had put that, never having seen it in the main part of the bar.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:43 pm
"As you probably already know, my name is Anya. I'm the owner of this fine establishment." she introduced herself, more than happy to brag about this fact. She was also rather proud of how accurate her guess had been, in regards to what her attractive talent was.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 3:15 pm
"My name is Neil. I'm a good friend of Anya's and the owner of the opera downtown." Neil, like Anya, enjoyed bragging about such things, even if the opera house wasn't the most lucrative of businesses.
"A painting, you say?" Neil asked Marie. "What type of art do you specialize in? Portraits? Landscapes? Postmodern?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 4:52 pm
"The owner you say?" Marie asked, intrigued. "Well it is a pleasure to meet you Anya, and Neil." Marie took at seat, finding herself curious why owners of two respective businesses would choose her of all people to come to the back room with them for drinks. Still having no idea the truth of what they were planning, Marie felt completely at ease.
At Neils question, Marie turned her face to him, with a bit of a grin. Oh how she loved to talk about art. It was her passion in life after all. "Postmodern mostly. Though when the mood strikes me I will dabble in a landscape or two. If your interested in seeing my work. you can look at that painting just to the left of you." She told him with a bit of a grin.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 1:17 pm
"Oh, so you painted that?" Anya asked, glancing over to the painting and back to the girl, looking rather impressed by the girl's talent. She always liked that one work, but could never for the life of her remember where she got it. All well. Now that Anya knew, it made the thought of tasting this woman's blood all the sweeter. She'd try not to drain her dry, since it would be a shame to kill her off so early in her career as an artist.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 2:44 pm
"Well, here's the office." Neil opened the door, and ushered Marie inside. "Now, miss Marie, would you prefer a white wine or a red one?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 3:16 pm
"Yes I did." Marie answered quite proudly. She was pleased that her talent was seeming to catch Anya's eye. After all, as an artist, the more connections she got with high society the better. Her career depended on being know, and she was going to settle on nothing less.
Marie followed them into the richly furnished and spacious office. From the office she could still hear the faint beat of the music out on the main dance floor. There was a redness to her cheeks still from where she had been dancing moments before. It certainly must have been taunting the vampires to see blood so close to the surface of her skin. At Neil's question, Marie smiled lightly before answering, "A sweet red please."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 4:05 pm
Neil could hardly control his hunger at this point. It was taking all of his willpower to keep his fangs retracted. "Red wine... yes. Luckily, Anya and I already had one opened." Neil slowly poured the wine into a glass, and handed it to the artist whose company the vampires were entertaining.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 4:45 pm
"Thank you." Marie said politly, accepting the glass from Neil. She swirled the blood red contents in her glass slowly before taking a long sip of the sweet nectar. It was perfect. Still slightly chilled, with the taste of fermented grapes and the faint hint of pomegranate sliding along her tongue and down her throat. The vampires would likely find that the wine, as it mixed with the scent of her blood would be nearly irresistible.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:18 pm
Neil licked his lips as he watched Marie swallow the wine. He looked to Anya, as if to ask 'may I?'.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:18 pm
Anya was having a difficult time restraining her thirst herself. She was constantly fidgeting in place, biting her lip, and giving Marie's neck a longing gaze. Upon catching Neil's, she nodded slightly, under the obvious expectation that he'd share once she started drinking as well.
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