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 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?”
The Dark Fae took a second to take off his jacket, which shoulder-spikes were more than a little dangerous, as he let go of the girl’s hand. At the mention of his reputation, he had to laugh in agreement; if they knew some of the sweetened things he’d said to this girl, they’d never be afraid of him again. He blushed faintly as she moved closer to him to whisper, but a chuckle still rang out in response, “In all ‘onesty, they don’t know a bloody thing. Most know better than to ask questions.” His arms coiled around her then, and he pulled her closer to him.
It took a moment, as he tugged her close, for her to find places to put her knees, and then she was straddling him, his arms warm around her waist. “Hi,” she said, teasingly. Unconsciously, her voice fell to a sultry purr. “Are you going to do wicked things to me now, darling madman? Or did I buy your kindness with your favourite food?”