Nick wiped off the counter and moved a few bottles of alcohol around when heard a few low whistles coming from men in the corner. He looked up and caught the reason why they were making such noises. A vampire he recognized from Bite was heading in his direction. Standing up straight, Nick flipped the dish rag onto shoulder and headed to meet her.
“Nickolas,” She greeted, pressing her ruby red lips together. Her eyes went from side to side, taking in all the men that were staring. If Nick didn’t know any better, he could almost see a smug look on her face. She was enjoy all of this attention a little too much.
“Christina,” He said in return, a hand resting on the bar counter. He watched as she sat down in one of the chairs. She turned down his offer for a drink and Nick began to wonder why she showed up.
“I have an important invitation for you Nickolas,” She stated in a loud clear voice. Nick didn’t understand if she was trying to make sure everybody heard her or if that was just how she talked.
“Invite to what?”
“My Sheriff, Kevin Richardson, has sent me to request your presence this Friday evening,” Christina said, crossing one slender leg over the other. Men throughout the bar were staring even harder now that they could see more of her thigh.
“What’s going on this Friday?” Nick asked curiously.
Christina looked over her shoulder to take a gander at the men still gawking. She was obviously amused by the humans and the lack of control when an attractive woman entered a room, especially when alcohol was involved.
“We are celebrating Bite’s one year anniversary. There’s going to be a big party and hoopla to carry on throughout the night. Invite friends and bring them with you. Your name will be on the guest list and so whomever you escort needs to enter when you do.”
Nick noted that she didn’t sound too pleased with the event but pushed that aside. Lance’s eyes seemed to have lighten up with the prospect that he’d get to go to an exclusive party hosted by vampires. Nick ignored the server for the time being and focused on Christina. “Why does the Sheriff want me in attendance?”
“How the fuck should I know?” Christina asked matter of factly. “I have a job, and I’m here doing it. If you have any other questions, take them up with the Sheriff yourself on Friday at 9 o’clock. I suggest you be there and on time human. You don’t want to see the Sheriff angry.”
Christina got up from the chair and smiled flirtatiously at a few of the older men before making her exit. Nick made sure to shout out that he’d be there before she disappeared. Shortly after that, Joey came storming out of the kitchen and around the bar to where Nick stood.
“Are you a damned fool?” He asked, waving his arms to make his point be more clear.
“What are you talking about Fatone?” Nick asked, pulling the rag off of his shoulder to begin wiping the counters once more.
“You’re associating yourselves with vampers and you’re going to get yourself killed…just like your family.”
Nick stopped what he was doing and immediately turned to the cook. His nostrils were flaring as rage pumped through his veins. His voice was low and deep, meant only for Joey to hear them and understand the seriousness of the situation he might soon be in.
“I suggest you take your good for nothing redneck ass back to the kitchen and never udder those words again.”
Joey looked at the anger building in Nick’s eyes and then slowly nodded before backing away from the man. He used his hand to feel the wall and when he was at the entrance to the kitchen he disappeared. Nick looked away from the cook and back towards the customers. Almost all had stopped what they were doing to watch the two and Nick shook his head at them.
“What the fuck are you all staring at? Get back to drinking.” And so they did.
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