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Work, work, work, all the time...
Grace eventually found the business card in the pocket of a jacket she hadn't worn in three months, then used a cell phone she'd stolen from somewhere to punch in the number, hoping that it was still current. When you needed something done, call a professional.
She really hoped the number was still functional.
"No don't walk there, he's behind you! Oh you stupid girl..." The drawer was shut with her hip as Reverie walked back into the living area. A box of take out under her arm and the new found chop sticks. Scary movie's, she mused, were all the same. When alone she shouted at the TV, like now, to the clueless blonde walking straight into the killer.
The food was set down just as her phone buzzed on the table and she almost threw the chopsticks in the air. Scary or not, noises still caused the body to jump when you were absorbed in something. Clearing her throat she picked up her cell.
"Hello?"
"Reverie?" Grace hazarded, glancing at her watch. "You might not even remember me, it’s been a little while since we last talked. Ah..."
The vampire rubbed the back of her neck, added, "Its Grace, if you do remember. I'm in need of your professional services. There's somebody I need to find before they find me, but I can't do it myself. They've got the same sensitivities, see what I'm sayin'? Between that a wariness of the sun, we've got a lot in common. Do you have time to take a meeting?"
Grace. The name rang a bell and so did the voice. Rubbing a chop stick thoughtfully against the side of her chin she nodded to know one in particular. Yes, she remembered the Vampire. The woman had quite obviously spotted her that time at Victoria's new establishment.
"I remember you, how are you?" Then she found out the reason for the call. Brows furrowed and her sharp teeth bit gently against her lower lip. "Where is this meeting taking place, and when?" All business, even if her stomach was protesting. Well... She could always eat out... Liquid style.
"Where are you now? I'm within three blocks of The Basement, which is neutral ground.It'd be better for me for us to meet there, because then certain other interested parties won't be able to cause a ruckus."
Grace placed her back firmly to the wall, keeping her eyes on the street. "If you can find the place, I'll be there within fifteen minutes. You can consider your drinks on me for the night. I'm presumin' you take cash?"
( Tell Me All. )
( Thirst. )
( The Need To Feed. )
Before pushing the door open she called over her shoulder, "I told you I would take the drinks on you literally. I'll think about business." With that said she strode out of the bathroom, leaving the vampire alone as if a discarded wrapper of a candy bar she'd just devoured.
Grace sagged back against the wall with something as close to a whimper as she'd ever made. Fuck, that was just so... How was a girl not supposed to get distracted?
She touched her fingers to the side of her neck, found blood still leaking from the bite. She licked the crimson fluid off idly, remaining where she was. Her knees were shaking. Talk about a faux pas, she guessed.
Fuck...
She'd call Reverie tomorrow; make an attempt at a proper apology. Women were so touchy. Like the woman had never hollered the wrong name in bed before. Grace exited the stall, adjusting her shirt, and then stopped at the sink to wash the blood away from the side of her neck.
"That was a hell of a woman right there."
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