The bartender raised an eyebrow at the girl as she set a box on the counter of his bar. “You’re that Summer girl, right?” he asked absently, and then nodded as he stepped away to find his employer. Several minutes later, he returned, “Vex’ll be out momentarily.”
And several moments later, the Mesmer appeared, walking over to where Summer stood at the bar. He was dressed in his finest. “‘Ello, Precious,” he greeted, “Ya called?”
His smile shifted to a friendly smirk as she moved over to him, chuckling lightly. “Oh stop, I could never prefer ‘em to you, Precious,” he told her, and then rolled his eyes at the Brits comment. “Some of ‘em,” he muttered, “But seriously, Summer, I’d never.” He reached out to grab her wrist so that she wasn’t knocking him on the head anymore, and then pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.
Amused, she let him, and then frowned more thoughtfully. “What are you all dressed up for then? Are there /Fae/ hookers?” It wasn’t so much a condemnation as curiosity.
The Mesmer sighed at her words, trying to wave away her worries, “I was ‘oping to surprise you, actually, but you got ‘ere before I ‘ad a chance to leave for your apartment.” He paused at her question, blinking, “Well, there are, but..” He shrugged, not sure what else to say to that.
“Aren’t you sweet!” she laughed. “You really are going to ruin your reputation.” Retrieving her hand, she put them both on his shoulders so she could lean and whisper in his ear, “Or do you tell your staff terrible stories of the wicked things you do to that Summer girl so they remember what you are?”