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?”
The Mesmer laughed softly, hot breath brushing over Summer’s throat as he nuzzled her. “Hmm, up to you, I’m ‘onestly just glad you’re ‘ere to begin with,” he told her sincerely, smiling against her skin.
“Such flattery,” she teased, though her voice jittered. “Keep that up and it will be spices for sure, and here I was thinking maybe we should have some cake first.” Summer lowered her voice a little. “To keep our strength up.”
Vex laughed against her throat again, kissing her skin once more before moving away. “Cake sounds good,” he told her, bobbing her lightly on the nose, “and then I’m sure we’ll find something else to do with our time.”
Slowly, pausing to nip at his nose back, she untangled herself from their cosy sprawl. “Where did you even put the cake? I didn’t see.”