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 Dark Fae blinked in surprise as she presented the gift, but took it without complaint. Popping the bakery box open enough to see what was inside, his eyes widened and a pleasant smile formed on his mouth. Red velvet cake. “Thank you, Precious,” he said sincerely, setting it on the bar for a moment so that he could lean over and press a kiss to her lips.
The edge of the bar pressed into her breasts, cutting short the kiss. “I’m, um, I’m glad you like it,” she managed, fumbling for words. She gestured at his clothes. “Are you going somewhere?”
Amusement touched his features as he listened to the girl stumble over her words; it was almost cute. He paused though, glancing at his own outfit when she brought it up, “Oh—well, it is Valentines’ Day. I was going to… you know what, never mind that; why don’t you stick around, and we can go upstairs where it’s a bit quieter?”
“Oh, I don’t want to make you change your plans,” Summer protested, hands up. “Are you laughing at me? You are laughing at me! Don’t laugh at me, Vex, you horrible creature.” She said the last with laughter in her own voice, shaking an ineffectual fist at him. “Oh, fine.”