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Post by Matthew Kane on Nov 1, 2009 15:23:57 GMT -4
It was nearing three in the morning when Matthew heard the front door to the apartment open. Normally Matt would be asleep at this time seeing as he had classes in a few hours but Charles was visiting and had offered to show the human how to properly play chess. It was either that or a discussion on Chaucer and Shakespeare...so he had eagerly accepted the game.
The sound of the door shutting and someone nearly tripping echoed down the hall and Matt raised a brow, looking at the ancient one sitting across the table from him. Charles was currently reading a newspaper while Matt was working on his next move. He'd wagered his new copy of SciFi magazine that he could capture at least five of Charles' pieces before the man beat him.
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Post by Charles Moriarty on Nov 1, 2009 15:29:48 GMT -4
Charles heard Emory coming the moment he stepped out of the elevator with the human woman. While Matt only heard the hall door, Charles heard the woman giggling as they entered. With a sigh he put down his newspaper. "Let's call it a night shall we? I forfeit. You can keep the magazine."
Tossing the paper on the table Charles stood up. "You might want to inform Sam about our new guest," he said before walking out of the sitting room and into his own.
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 1, 2009 15:33:32 GMT -4
You'd think after so many years of being himself that Emory would have a better time at quieting his young companion. It seemed however that tonight he'd picked a silly one that couldn't stop from giggling. She was most definitely drunk now and not wanting to leave her at the club in such a state he'd taken her home. If something else should happen when they arrived in a room then so be it. But it was mostly for her better interest that he brought her.
"Shh," he said, grinning at her as they walked down the hall. He was carrying her heels in one hand as she leaned into him on his other side. She was a right mess. Shaking his head he raised his eyes to the ceiling as if asking why he had to choose her tonight. He hadn't even had a drink yet.
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Post by Matthew Kane on Nov 1, 2009 15:39:18 GMT -4
"Let's call it a night shall we? I forfeit. You can keep the magazine."
Matt nodded, giving a small yawn. Standing up as well he stretched. "You might want to inform Sam about our new guest."
"Hey," he said, frowning as the vampire disappeared. "Why do I always have to be the bearer of bad news," he muttered to the now empty room.
With a sigh Matt left the room and went into the hall. There was no sign of the two he'd heard a moment ago and he was slightly relieved not to run into the older vampire. Making his way to Samantha's room he knocked on the door before waiting a beat. "Sam? It's Matt," he called.
"Emory came home with another snack. Charles told me to tell you," he said. With that he left to retire to his own room. He didn't want to get in the middle of this one.
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 1, 2009 15:46:40 GMT -4
The girl managed to only trip once in their progression to his room and he was quiet proud when after this she seemed to sober at least a little in the giggling. Opening his door he helped her in before closing it behind them.
Emory tossed her shoes on the floor near the door and proceeded to show her to the bed. "Alright," he said, "Here we are," he coaxed. Carefully he helped the nearly rag doll girl onto the bed. She giggled and with a small tug knocked him on top of her. To tell the truth it wasn't that hard but he was too busy looking at her neck to notice.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 1, 2009 15:56:28 GMT -4
Sam frowned into her book. She wanted very badly to put it down, but for some reason didn't seem to be able to. This would teach her to read modern fiction. Vampires that sparkle? What the hell was this nonsense? The more she read, the more she wanted to put it down and never pick it up again, but at the same time she had to see just how awful this thing got.
"Sam? It's Matt,"
Thankful for this distraction, Sam finally looked up from her book and tossed it to the other side of the room. A small part of her felt bad for treating a book that way, but she decided she had no other choice. "What's up?"
"Emory came home with another snack. Charles told me to tell you,"
Sam said nothing as Matt went to his room, her eyes narrowing. How many times did she have to tell that man? With a loud sigh, she got to her feet and moved quickly down the hall to the spare room Emory usually used. The door was closed, not that that meant anything to her, it being her house and all, and she could hear giggling coming from inside. She threw the door open and folded her arms across her chest, her angry glare deepening upon seeing Emory on top of the clearly intoxicated human.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 2, 2009 4:08:42 GMT -4
Emory arched a brow at the giggling blonde beneath him. "I thought you said you were tired," he teased causing her to grin mischeviously. Or at least he thought that was what she was trying to do. It came off more as her looking a bit crazy with all the alcohol in her system. It was starting to wear off a little but there was still a decent amount still in her blood.
Before anything else could happen the door was flung open. If he were still human he would have died of fright. There was only one possible answer as to who was behind him in the doorway.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
Closing his eyes and cringing, Emory dropped his head slightly as if in defeat. The girl had stopped giggling at the intrusion and frowned at him, looking confused. "Is that your girlfriend?" she asked.
"No. She's worse. That would be mom," he said quietly into the girl's ear. A small giggle escaped her lips, again, and she grinned up at him. Giving her a quick wink he pushed himself up, off the bed and turned to face his death Samantha.
"Sam," he said. "Yeah. Hey. This is Jessica. Jessica meet Sam," he said, introducing the girls to each other.
"Jessica needed somewhere to crash for the night. Her friend left her at the bar and I wasn't about to let a drunk girl drive home alone," he told the other vampire. Hopefully the story, while a true one, would help smooth things over a little.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 2, 2009 5:37:06 GMT -4
"Is that your girlfriend?"
"No. She's worse. That would be mom,"
Samantha rolled her eyes and pressed her lips tightly together. She knew Emory knew she could hear them. She was a vampire after all, her hearing was just as good as his. So the whole trying to be quiet thing was just a waste of time. And a little bit insulting.
"Sam... Yeah. Hey. This is Jessica. Jessica meet Sam,"
She glanced at the blonde on the bed, looking her up and down before returning her glare to Emory, waiting for some kind of explanation. She thought he had better standards than that, truthfully.
"Jessica needed somewhere to crash for the night. Her friend left her at the bar and I wasn't about to let a drunk girl drive home alone,"
"That is what cabs are for," Samantha pointed out, still glaring. "In fact, why don't you," she turned her glare on the girl, "grab the phone in the kitchen and call yourself one right now?" Sam figured she would at least wait until the human was out of the way before letting Emory know just how much trouble he was in. Humans usually made having honest conversations difficult, what with constantly having to skirt around the vampire part.
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 2, 2009 15:01:35 GMT -4
"That is what cabs are for."
Emory rolled his eyes. Of course she would point out something like that.
"In fact, why don't you grab the phone in the kitchen and call yourself one right now?"
Jessica looked over at Emory. When he gave her a small nod she shrugged and stood up. She seemed to be a lot more sober now and for a moment Emory had doubts about her actual intoxication level. When she stumbled, picking up her shoes, he relaxed. Good. She wasn't a hunter or something. He'd tried that once. Death was a little too close for comfort when they'd been together.
Just as she was about to pass Samantha the human spun back around and ran over to Emory. Digging in her purse for a moment she slipped him a card. "Call me," she said with a wink. "Next time we'll go to my place."
With a final girly giggle she left the room in search of the kitchen and a phone.
Emory stood there with a slightly raised brow before tucking the card into his pocket.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 2, 2009 15:12:52 GMT -4
Samantha waited for the girl to leave before kicking the door closed behind her and staring at Emory. A very large part of her wanted to tackle him to the ground and strangle him till he passed out but, seeing as she didn't do that sort of thing, she managed to keep herself calm. Well, as calm as possible.
"Are you completely idiotic?" she asked, stepping closer to him.
"You know the rules, no feeding in the house. If you want to pick up some slut and have your way with her, that's fine, they have hotels for that kind of nonsense. But you don't bring strange humans into my home."
Taking a deep breath, Samantha unfolded her arms and pinched the bridge of her nose. "These are not silly things I make up for kicks, Em, I have these rules for a reason."
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 2, 2009 16:29:15 GMT -4
The crash of the door shutting caused Emory to wince slightly where he stood. Yep. She was definitely going to kill him it seemed. "Are you completely idiotic?" He was tempted to retort with a no but he rather liked his head at the moment. Taking a few steps back he sat down on his bed.
"You know the rules, no feeding in the house. If you want to pick up some slut and have your way with her, that's fine, they have hotels for that kind of nonsense. But you don't bring strange humans into my home."
As she began to lecture him, Emory took off his shoes. His coat was already off and in the living room. "Hey," he said, glaring at her slightly. He may have been a womanizer but he did not stand for any of his female interests being insulted. "She isn't a slut. We just met at a club. She was so pissed drunk I didn't want to leave her with all those hormonal boys in the room."
"These are not silly things I make up for kicks, Em, I have these rules for a reason."
Sighing, Emory looked over at Samantha. "Yeah I know," he said. Standing up he began to work on opening his shirt cuffs. He walked over to the tired looking vampire. Unhooking one of the cuffs he looked at her. "If it helps, I really was intending to just put her to bed. I won't admit that I didn't think about other things but I wasn't going to start anything."
" Even if it is hard to believe," he added, resting a hand on her shoulder for a moment. Looking at his hand Emory quickly retracted it, shaking his head at himself before turning around and going to place his cuff-links on his dresser table.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 3, 2009 0:55:47 GMT -4
"She isn't a slut. We just met at a club. She was so pissed drunk I didn't want to leave her with all those hormonal boys in the room."
Sam was about to retort with something about any girl going home with a man after just meeting him is most definitely a slut, but she stopped herself. 21st Century, Sam, 21st Century, she reminded herself. So instead she said:
"And that's why you attempted to sneak her past everyone instead of letting everyone know... or even asking my permission."
It was very irritating, having him casually undress himself as she tried to lecture him. How exactly was she supposed to get her point across if he was focusing on his cuff-links?
"If it helps, I really was intending to just put her to bed. I won't admit that I didn't think about other things but I wasn't going to start anything... Even if it is hard to believe,"
She stared at him as he rested a hand on her shoulder, her eyes slightly narrowed. From Emory she would expect sarcasm, superiority and perhaps a dash of Chauvanism. Not... whatver the hell this was. It surprised her enough to dull her anger momentarily but then his hand was gone and he was across the room. Shaking her head, she allowed her glare to return.
"You're right, it is hard to believe. If you want to be all noble and save the girl in the hopes that later she'll sleep with you, fine, just take her somewhere else next time..." she turned away from him, towards the door and placed her hand on the door knob. "If this happens again, Emory, you're out, do you understand me?"
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 3, 2009 1:55:12 GMT -4
"And that's why you attempted to sneak her past everyone instead of letting everyone know... or even asking my permission."
"I wasn't sneaking," he said, trying to defend himself. He then paused. "Okay…I may have been sneaking. A bit. But it was because I thought Matt might already be asleep and I know how you get if he's bothered."
He seemed to get a moments reprieve from the anger radiating off Samantha before she started again. She must have found her second wind.
"You're right, it is hard to believe. If you want to be all noble and save the girl in the hopes that later she'll sleep with you, fine, just take her somewhere else next time..." Emory turned from the dresser and watched her as she turned away from him, towards the door. "If this happens again, Emory, you're out, do you understand me?"
Emory, who by this point was starting in on his shirt, nodded. "Yep. No more fun at the house," he said, playing with his collar. Fixing it, even though it was only going in the laundry, he let his hands drop to his sides. "Hey when you go out there can you tell Jessica I'll be right there. I'm going to at least walk her to the cab."
Perhaps even get a little snack out of it. To tell the truth Emory wasn't feeling that well. He hadn't had any fresh blood for the night. While he wasn't starving it did make him feel pretty uncomfortable. He hadn't fed in a day or two. Even a small nip would be enough to sate him for a few more hours.
Taking his shirt off he tossed it on the bed before pulling a white t-shirt from a drawer and tossing it on. Turning around he saw she was still there. "Uh," he started, looking a bit confused and amused. "A little privacy? Unless you want to stay for the pants in which case I won't stop you from looking," he said. A smirk twitched on his lips as he looked at her standing by the door.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 3, 2009 2:13:14 GMT -4
"Yep. No more fun at the house,"
Sighing, Sam leaned her forehead against the door. One of these days he would learn to take her seriously. Maybe... No, probably not. Damn it, why was it so hard for him to understand simple things like 'don't bring your dates/food home' it was really all she asked. She sighed again. 213 years and he still treated her like a peasant girl playing lady.
"Hey when you go out there can you tell Jessica I'll be right there. I'm going to at least walk her to the cab."
"Well aren't you the gentleman," she muttered under her breath. She was hoping her night off from work would have been more relaxing than this. But naturally Emory had to go and ruin it.
"Uh... A little privacy? Unless you want to stay for the pants in which case I won't stop you from looking,"
Sam looked back at him, slightly confused, and realised he'd been further undressing while she brooded. Noticing the small smirk playing on his lips she made a disgusted noise at him and turned the door knob hard as she left the room, brushing past the kitchen on her way to the living room. She paused momentarily to let the girl know that Emory would be out in a second to walk her down to her cab, before continuing on to the living room and collapsing angrily onto one of the couches, picking up the first book like thing she could find and burying her nose in it.
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 3, 2009 2:49:03 GMT -4
Her reaction to his joust was well worth the probable glares and silent treatment he had just earned himself. His eyes lingered on the spot where she had stood a moment before. Finally he shook his head and pulled open another drawer to pull out a pair of pants more suited for late nights compared to his good pants he'd worn for his night out.
Entering the kitchen he saw Jessica and escorted her towards the front door. He caught a glimpse of Sam with her nose in a book as he passed the living room and he rolled his eyes. The two left the floor quickly and went to wait outside for the cab.
It didn't take long for Emory to work his magic and snap a small bite. Thankfully the cab took a little while longer than the estimated time she'd been given. Placing a small kiss on her neck he bid her goodnight before helping her in the car. He pulled a bill from his pocket and leaned in the front window, telling the cabbie the address and handing him the money.
"Have a good night," he called with a wink as the car sped away.
He stood on the nearly quiet street for a moment, running his tongue over his teeth quickly, checking for anything that might give him away. Lifting his thumb he rubbed it over his front teeth before turning and heading inside.
After locking up Emory walked towards the living room. Sam was still reading a book. "King Solomon's Mines," he said, reading the cover. "Well I knew you liked The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen movie but I figured you'd start reading The Portrait of Dorian Gray rather than about Allan Quatermain. It was Sean Connery, yes, but I didn't think you'd like such a boy themed book what with all the manly adventure."
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