Post by Pam Ravenscroft on Jul 6, 2011 23:15:54 GMT -7
Pam entered the bar, glancing around at all the variety of faces, the majority of them familiar while there were a few stranger fangbangers that she didn't quite recognize. It wasn't unusual, Fangtasia was popular enough to attract humans from different states, and as such, Ravenscroft didn't make that big of a deal out of those unfamiliar humans being there. At least, or so she had hoped, they wouldn't cause too much of a ruckus like Fangtasia had seen recently.
An unfamiliar human had stepped in front of her. He was cute, appearing to be in his twenties. She suspected he was a typical college frat boy who most likely played football due to the sheer amount of muscle which comprised the majority of his body. Albeit was somewhat uncertain of his actions, Pam's look remained unimpressed and blank.
“Yes?” She ask flatly.
Grinning at her with some sense of enthusiasm, the young man smirked confidently. “I been lookin' at you all night, baby.” He stated, obvious that he had received a considerable amount of booze and or V.
“How nice...” She began, her countenance still not impressed by his efforts of attempting to get her to bite and ravage him. “Now move over, I've got a bar to run.” She stated rather matter-of-factly, as the football player stepped aside, his face clearly disappointed by her rejection of him.
“Well maybe later, eh?” He ask in a voice that shouted over the volume of the speakers.
Simply glaring over her shoulder, Pam assumed he would get the hint that there wouldn't be anything occuring later between the two of them. Stepping behind the bar, she noticed the many patrons whose drinks needed to be refilled and other individuals who were prepared to order. She hadn't the faintest idea what Eric had been up to this evening, and as such, it seemed that she was left alone to manage this damn bar, by herself, and on a busy night no less. She would've much preferred to be in Eric's office, admiring herself in her reflection and making certain that she looked as immaculate as she often appeared.
“What can I get ya, darlin'?” She ask with feigned enthusiasm to the young woman, rolling her eyes at the very banal answer. Margarita. Everyone always got margarites or strawberry daquiris, it was a boring drink of choice, and because of that, Pam had grown ten years too tired of making them. Complying with the woman's wishes, she quickly had her beverage prepared and slid it down the slick of the bar's countertop towards her.
Pam slipped to the end of the bar, crossed her arms over her buxom chest and observed the nightlife which had graced the club this evening. There were more humans than usual, and she was surprised she hadn't seen Jessica this evening. She suspected since the break up with Hoyt that she somehow would be more active in the vampiric world, it seems she was very much mistaken.
An unfamiliar human had stepped in front of her. He was cute, appearing to be in his twenties. She suspected he was a typical college frat boy who most likely played football due to the sheer amount of muscle which comprised the majority of his body. Albeit was somewhat uncertain of his actions, Pam's look remained unimpressed and blank.
“Yes?” She ask flatly.
Grinning at her with some sense of enthusiasm, the young man smirked confidently. “I been lookin' at you all night, baby.” He stated, obvious that he had received a considerable amount of booze and or V.
“How nice...” She began, her countenance still not impressed by his efforts of attempting to get her to bite and ravage him. “Now move over, I've got a bar to run.” She stated rather matter-of-factly, as the football player stepped aside, his face clearly disappointed by her rejection of him.
“Well maybe later, eh?” He ask in a voice that shouted over the volume of the speakers.
Simply glaring over her shoulder, Pam assumed he would get the hint that there wouldn't be anything occuring later between the two of them. Stepping behind the bar, she noticed the many patrons whose drinks needed to be refilled and other individuals who were prepared to order. She hadn't the faintest idea what Eric had been up to this evening, and as such, it seemed that she was left alone to manage this damn bar, by herself, and on a busy night no less. She would've much preferred to be in Eric's office, admiring herself in her reflection and making certain that she looked as immaculate as she often appeared.
“What can I get ya, darlin'?” She ask with feigned enthusiasm to the young woman, rolling her eyes at the very banal answer. Margarita. Everyone always got margarites or strawberry daquiris, it was a boring drink of choice, and because of that, Pam had grown ten years too tired of making them. Complying with the woman's wishes, she quickly had her beverage prepared and slid it down the slick of the bar's countertop towards her.
Pam slipped to the end of the bar, crossed her arms over her buxom chest and observed the nightlife which had graced the club this evening. There were more humans than usual, and she was surprised she hadn't seen Jessica this evening. She suspected since the break up with Hoyt that she somehow would be more active in the vampiric world, it seems she was very much mistaken.