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"Hahah. You are very funny, Lucia." He said with a playful tone as a couple of his workers moved to him and slipped their orders in front of him. He scanned them for a brief moment before running his hand back his hair. "..But if you really want to help, what would you like to do?" He asked, looking to the kitchen. It was just cleaned hours ago but by the end of this evening it would be packed. Maybe he should hire a couple of kitchen crew to make his job easier.

More and more slips were being given to him, and he continued to scan them to memorize them. "Do you know how to cook? Or do you prefer to play a waiter? Of course I will pay you for your work. Hey, you -uhmm..guy with the dreads.." Heyen called for one of the waiters, obviously having forgotten his name. "What does this say?" He asked, pointing to the slip.

"The name's Ditch, and that says three bottles of Merlot with an order of fries, a three-stacked burger wi--"

"Oh, oh..I see. OK, thanks Stitch.." Heyen interrupted, dismissing the lad rather rudely, meeting the award of being shot a glare. But the boy listened and continued his job so that Heyen could turn back to Lucia. "And the name's Heyen."

A smile broke his lips as she fixed her hair in a more desirable way. As her hair fell to her back her face was clearly defined and revealed that Heyen brought a hand to his cheek with his index and thumb perpendicular to each other as he scanned her youthful features. "My my my..what a lovely girl you are." He commended with an approving nod before turning back to the slips that had bundled together. He frowned.

"I just might very well have to put you as a temporary cook. I have more than enough waiters running about. Here, I'll make things easy for you just in case. Handle these three orders as quick as you can," He even pointed out which ones as he spread the slips apart. "Of course depending on what you have to make it might take some time but you could use that time in between to work on other orders. Each order has a number here," He said, pointing to a bold number at the top, "But that's not your worry, all you have to do is make the order and be sure that you put it on the right slip the trays and plates for your dish is over there," He stated, pointing to the far right of the counter. "If you need reassurance look at the slip so you don't put the wrong order down. The drinks are right here and almost all of them are labeled, but if you have trouble just ask me and I'll get it for you. Got it?" He winked with a smile, but before anymore orders came, although they were already slowing down, he clapped his hands. "I hope you can move fast, Vampire." He mocked, suddenly vanishing in one distorted motion.

Like a blur Heyen moved into the kitchen, pots and pans seeming to fly about the place as he continued to move. Bit by bit the trays slips were disappearing and replaced with a tray. "OH! One MORE thing." Heyen said, reappearing beside Lucia. "There is premade food, not the best but these people are nearly drunk so they won't really know the difference. Besides, food's food. You could find those in the kitchen, labeled and kept warm. And I think that's it." With that final thing said he blurred out again, moving and zipping from the kitchen, to the wine, to the end of the bar and even into the tavern itself.

Heyen was already filling trays to their fullest by the time she was looking at the slips, and his workers were actually having a hard time keeping up. It wasn't just his speed that kept him busy but the fact that all the orders came in within the same time, and they didn't want to make drunk people wait.

"You handling it well?" He asked, standing behind Lucia while gazing at what she was placing. It all seemed to match the receipts, which he was grateful for. This wasn't training, nor was he planning to give her a permanent job here unless he wanted; he was always hiring, but the decision was up to her.

For a brief moment he lifted his gaze to see a group of patrons teasing one of his waitresses. She wasn't the shy or nervous type. He could see in her eyes how much she was suffering from the treatment, but she didn't want to fight back, even as they reached over to take ahold of her. In that moment, Heyen vanished.

"Now now, my lad - hands off my employees. If anyone is to touch them - especially the ladies- it is me." He said with that joyous smile of his, but the grip on the man was enough to crush bones. It was simply a human, so the act was to no suprise, especially when drunk. But that was where the problem was. The rest of the tavern patrons knew of it, and kept quiet.

"Fu telling me fwat I can and can't woo?" The man spoke, rising only to stumble slightly. He had used his free hand to steady himself with the table, but even then he was swaying side to side.

"Yes, my good sir. I am."

"Whose you think...whose you think.." The man rambled on and on, unaware of either what would come after or stuck in a world of repetition.

"I'm the owner of this...tavern." Heyen implied, shifting his gaze to the man's friends who all stood up. They looked less powerful than he. Little human men who let the liquor work them like marionettes. It was a sad sight. "And now I am asking you to leave."

"Raining..is raining.." One of the drunks repeated, and Heyen turned with his ever-lasting smile.

"That is no longer my concern.." He replied. "Last night I had a rude intruder not only come into my bar for trouble, but hurt one of my favorite waitresses. I will not have a repetition. So, either you leave..or, you stay and I throw you out myself. Nonetheless, you will no longer be eating, or drinking, here tonight." Heyen assured, his gentle tone now mixing with hostility.

He still had the man by the hand, who probably hasn't realized that he had dislocated the wrist. They locked eyes for what seemed the longest time, but alas, the one he held spoke. "We've leaf.." The man slurred, and slowly stumbled their way away from the table and towards the door. They stopped there, letting a heavy gust of wind and rain pour into tavern. They turned to Heyen, and he encouraged them out with a wave of his hand as if saying 'Shoo'. "You won't die out there. I assure you."

They turned again, and though they saw the danger of it left the tavern.

"Are you alright, Pumpkin?" Heyen asked his waitress, who slapped him, and yelled at him.

"You aren't allow to touch me either! Or call me Pumpkin. Hmph!" With that she stomped away and continued to take orders, but now some people were hesitant to even speak to her. How liquor affected the mind..

"Well...anyways..how are you doing with those orders, Lucia?!" He called, spinning on his heel and turning back to her. Little by little voices were beginning to revive of tavern.

"What's so funny?" Heyen asked when she giggled, though he was aware of his throbbing cheek. "This is the slap of a life time~" Heyen cooed, lifting a hand to cup his cheek with a dream-like expression on his face. Not long after he left his day-dream and looked at Lucia.

"You seem to be holding up pretty well. I'm impressed..what happened to your hand?" He asked, noticing the red burn on her pale skin. "You spilled boiling water on your hand, didn't you?" He asked, taking her injured hand and looking at it. Once again the cold grasps of a vampire was astonishing, but he ignored it. This would be a time he was glad too bad warm-blooded. "It doesn't look too severe at least. I'd hate for something to happen to you while you were working unofficially. But it'll come to heal within a day or less."

Once he let her hand go he looked at his own and flexed his fingers, enjoying his own warmth. "So you were born a full vampire? Is that right? Or were you human before?" The amount of slips were now diminishing, from either fear for driving workers too hard or because they had already filled their bellies with booze and food. Heyen was no longer moving about with incredible speed, but walking now.

Maybe he had spoken to much. It didn't seem like that topic was much in Lucia's favor.

He stepped out from his section of the counter and walked up to nearly passed out customers, gathering their food and plates and discarding the leftovers. He even discarded their drinks. "They are going to stay here.." Heyen sighed. He couldn't let these people go outside in this weather and in their condition. If something happened it would fall on him.

The tavern was quieting some, many having of fallen asleep as the time progressed. Many of his workers were now taking it easy, and had even ordered some food for themselves. Others were chatting up the day's experience, including the one Heyen intervened in. As he past the girl he threw her a flirtatious smile, but like a high-and-mighty girl she turned her head and huffed.

"Do you want something to eat yourself, Lucia? It'll be on the house for tonight." He offered as he walked past her, balance trays and plates on both of his hands so he could put them in the dishwasher. "I can always give you raw meat. Fresh ones to satisfy your blood thirst."

"Oh, do you now...Interesting," He muttered as he placed the dishes orderly so they wouldn't crash and break each other. The last time she had a new worker handle these and it cost him dearly. The girl still worked, and all that was water under the bridge.

He kicked the dishwasher close and ran it on before returning to his section and spotting Lucia seated back comfortably in her chair. "First night in a tavern and you're already down. You know," He moved behind her, sitting on the counter top behind her and moving his hands to her shoulders, "many of these workers of mine go through this for days on end. I know they don't necessarily like the job but I try to make them happy enough. Now, relax.."

He started with a gentle forward and back motion to loosen any knots that he could find before pressing his thumbs against the back of her shoulders to release any tension. When he moved closer to her neck he was once again greeted with the deathly coldness of her neck. "So you will be staying until the rain dissipates? We do have a few rooms in the back. Not the best when it comes to smell but, if they aren't taken, you can use one."

"I know not of mademoiselle is speaking of. Monsieur Heyen is a gentlemen, and gives all respects to the fair ladies about him. Does..my massage trickle your skin?" Heyen whispered the last, hunching down uncomfortably to whisper it in her ear. But he pulled back quickly after, and let her shoulders free.

He pulled his legs back and kicked them so that he would jump over her head and land directly in front of her, and clapped. "Alright guys, just because we aren't getting any orders done doesn't mean we can slack off. No one will be leaving until this tavern is clean."

The Dragon's Nest was actually a twenty-four hour tavern, but Heyen was the only one who said those twenty four hours. This was his home. Not his workers; they had their own homes in West Sanctum. With groans and whines they all rose and began to pick up half-eaten trays. Most of his customers were already either wasted, asleep, or those who could hold their liquor were still talking and playing cards. How he loved his life..

He spun on his heel and turned towards Lucia then. "Can I borrow your ID?" He asked, referring to the bracelet she should have picked up when she had entered Sanctum. Since she was within the city he only assumed that she had the bracelet with her. "I didn't lie when I said that I was going to pay you for your work."

He took her hand to his own, purposely feeling the coldness of her hand. For a moment he lost his smile as he reached to the back of his pocket to pull out a ovular ring, a red light beaming into bracelet to illuminate red. "You know..for a female you have a strong hand...but there's no warmth." He muttered, slowly lifting his gaze from her bracelet to her.

"You are troubled?" Heyen asked, though it came more in a matter of fact tone, "Did you know that the eyes reveal much in a character? Especially in a moment of weakness? You just had one..something troubled you. Not only now but a couple of times before, when I touched your hand. Would you happen to be sensitive in your origin?"

Question after question he was asking her to bring more emotion into her eyes and facial features. To learn her wounds, her anger, and many more.