how do you want to go about this ?
his head swirled to face her . the way césar fluttered his lashes made it seem as if he was surprised to find pearl standing next to him , never mind the fact that he had greeted her about two beers ago . the dim yellow lights , the song pouring out of the cheap speakers : it all made that little meeting feel much more intimate than it should . with one arm perched up on the counter behind him and his free hand holding that evening's sixth bottle , césar did his best to lean closer without knocking any of the other glasses over . ❛ well i was hopin' to finish off my drink , find somewhere quiet and then we could , uh , ❜ he peeked over both his shoulders before lowering his voice .
❛ y'know , do it . ❜
there was a hint of a smile in his eyes ; something playful and dangerous glinted behind his gaze , something unspoken that was usually reserved for close friends or lovers ── but all of that exciting mystery vanished in a second of dumb unnecessary bluntness . ❛ decapitation i mean . i don't think i've tried that on ya yet . ❜ laces clarified , any hint of humour now gone . american vampires were a different breed ; the traditional methods could not kill them , HECK , being inventive hadn't helped césar either . perhaps he hadn't thought outside of the box enough ; maybe silver could kill pearl ? running water ? irritable bowel syndrome ? ── whatever her weaknesses may be , SHE WOULD NOT TELL HIM .
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