do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower …
annie. sweet, sweet annie. wayne can't help but smile, he was neatly leaning on the frame of the window. almost posing, leaning into her space. he is invited in, and it is almost too easy. what isn't easy is finding a way to keep a lid on it. to avoid just digging fangs in her throat. wayne 's got teeth alright, but sometimes he's all heart. and he wants to indulge her, listen to the silly little stories she spins, let her carry a conversation in a way that feels right. on time, the tempo, the mood. he licks his teeth, nods. "sure thing, hot stuff." it's gentle, charming. and in between the lines...hungry.
her room in the hotel is cozy, they meet every now and then. different places, different cities. coincidences, accidents. maybe sometimes he even sniffs her out. he looks around, he can't remember he didn't stay at a place's suite. but he isn't about to invite her back up to his room. that's complicated and almost surely a death sentences. the shower, alright. mess free. it's not so much the sanguine hunger rather a much more simple desire. to have her, even for just a little bit. "what brings you around now? anythin' fun in the city...you know, besides me. obviously." he waltzes into the place like he owns it, sits down on the sofa facing the bathroom door, unlaces his boots. "-we got another gig tomorrow. could sneak you in some tickets, if y'wanna catch the show." kicks them off. smiles wide up at her then.