Tea for two (Vincent)

"Only in passing didnt know he was a bear lycanthrope...he works at le maison right?" Del asked and answered. Again cop tactic which he guessed was how he approached everything. He was as he was and took the compliment while moving past.

There was one or two dreams hed never speak aloud. One made him seem crazy and the other hopeless neither great food for conversation. Smulung despite the clear sadness in her voice at the notion of love.

It was funny he really did beleive love was eternal. What a sappy biy of malarkey he thought ro himself.

He watched the mood flitter over her face. Vampires were notorious for being difficult to read but the tells especially in small moments were there. " Character I don’t know as far as the preternatural community he seems a non-entity. You know something I don’t?" He chuckled waving his hand as he took a sip. “Don’t tell me anything really force of habit to ask. It’s what I do. This isn’t because I am a cop that we are here it’s because that I am a friend. And yes, this is one of my favorite pieces. It is a Beretta ninety-two A one with a point forty load out. I stay away from nine millimeter shells every chance I can as it’s the most common and makes tagging in a crime scene super difficult.” Sliding it from its holster at the base of his spine he passed it to her. Its mate black finish and ergonomic grip a thing of beauty.



“But I know you like blades it’s a little personal for me. I usually only want to be that close to people I like or really hate. Why do you choose blades not even bows?” Smirking sardonically as he thought of the vampire three years ago that had to be put down as he had begun hunting the populace with a longbow screaming about being reaping. “So did you know the vampire that went by the name Aleaume Geriot. Supposedly a hunter of beast man and vampire he came down here and raised hell. I’d been looking for him when an anonymous tip came in and we were able to stop his rampage. Never could figure out who Estostium was or how to find them. It was as if they suddenly appeared and as suddenly disappeared.
 

“They were but they disappeared that happen but getting sainted here stll leaves a trace. In and out is a rare occurrence.” He said in response as he holstered his piece. He smirked he got the information he’d expected he hadn’t expected a real response about Estostium it was a name that didn’t have any digital foot print and meant the doorway the entrance and meant nothing in common usage. Leaning back in his chair he settled and looked at the beautiful deadly monster on the opposite side of the table. He really looked at her.



“You know you look like someone I once knew. I can’t shake it but its there the truth the honesty its so endearing An I know it shouldn’t be…”
 

He nodded listening to her candor as well as thinking of what sat between them. Baton Rouge weighed Thinking "That is appreciated. So I guess we’ve come to the business portion. Are me and my people safe from any harm from the Kiss? " Simple direct and all too honest. He could have continued making friends but if he did he would never be able to ask and if he did ask later it would make all of this moot.



He wanted to insure that whatever came of this that it was honest. It mattered to him.
He wasn't sure why it mattered but it did.

He felt her steel return and kicked himself. He held his gaze not because he was not afraid that he could be taken mentally but in spite of it. He was hardwired to run towards the danger. And as such instead of drawing away he nodded his thanks reaching across the table resting his hand on hers.



“No that’s not what I’d come for. I knew we should talk about it and I’d put it off because I was having such a good time with you. However, I would feel it dishonest if anything came of our time together and I brought it up after.” It was the most direct and honest statement he could make. He wanted her to understand him and this was the best way. His friends were his family and he wanted those he cared about safe even it meant doing whatever it took. Including but not limited to putting his own happiness secondary.



She paused but did not break gaze" I don’t want to put the kabosh on what we might be growing chere but the folks I care about are so far and between I will do anything for them."
 

Retreating to his side of the table he smirked then smiled to hide the flitting of emotion across his face. Taking a sip of the ambrosial liquid he had to admit it was a good choice. One of his faves an oldy but a goody. Sighing as it coated his tongue and slid down his gullet with a velvety fire and hint of dry sweetness.



" Outside of very few it tends to a bunch a nothing on my side of things."



He was back to a smiling easy-going southern boy. “Ya’ know I can tell you ain’t much for sitting nice and I know I ain’t got ya long judging by the hour. What say we cut a rug in tatters put us ta motion. We can talk while gliding as easy as sitting?” He said offering his hand as he prepared to rise.
 

“You should know it ain’t never too late for anything in the Yat. You still got time ta find it.” He said as he twirled her through a turn. He was deft on his feet even before his infection but because of it he was grace under any fire and he enjoyed being close to someone that could keep up. So he danced. The strength in him while not full bore was apparent. He was hardier than should be and far more graceful than one would expected.

The song as all jazz was wound with emotion and feeling as Miles would say it was what was between the notes that was being played. And it was pregnant with potential. He allowed his mind to roam as it was wont to do inhaling her scent which had a musky heavy undertone. He’d inhaled similar and more potent with Pepper. It was weird how often she came into his mind lately. He had no idea how she might feel about him. Shame that Nola once again throwing shots. He smirked and danced on just enjoying the moment allowing the silence between them to build or fall naturally.