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It was weird that the kids got time to be children. Its not like their father knew. They were meant to be training but Klaus, Diego and Ben decide to go up to attic and just hang out. Of course this meant that Klaus had brought some weed for them to smoke but right now they were all waiting for Jenna to come around. They all knew that Allison was busy with Luther they thought they were being sneaky but they really weren't.

As they waited. Klaus sat by the window rolling up joints, Ben was sitting on an old rocking chair reading a random book and Diego was busy carving his name into the wooden floorboard.

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{woopsie} Age thirteen. "What is the thing you find more awe-inspiring about your family?"

"..."

"Elijah."

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A Night Vith Mamma (pt 1)

Young!Klaus and Mamma Gkika's first ah meeting? In my headcanon I picture this as post-Zantabraxus when things have absolutely gone to hell outside of Mechanicsburg and Klaus isn't quite at the point yet of taking charge and getting things in order.

I'm not finished with this by any means but I have to run to a tutoring session so will continue this later today. At any rate hope you enjoy what I have so far.

"He wants WHAT? He knows the disclaimers, right? I mean, you recited them for him..."

"Of course! Enough Jagers ask for it under the table, I can practically recite it in my sleep. Come to think of it, there was that one time..."

"Ugh, if I have to get stuck hauling the bedsheets to the laundress's this time...she goes ON and ON about all the blood and..."

"Well, who's taking him then? Boudica's out of town tonight, she's the only one who know that trick with the ear dagger and chain."

"Sappho, maybe? She usually gets Anactoria in on the action with the hoplite armor and spears..."

"Nah, she always charges double for the Greek Fire Frenzy. Plus the Jagers complain she's too easy on them. You remember that one, wanting his money back? 'Only got de tip uf de ear, not the vole tink' "

"But he's human! Er...I think so anyways. What would he care?"

"Well...maybe we can ask Mamma and..."

"Ask Mamma vot, dollinks?" said a calm voice above the cluster of whispering barmaids. The girls whirled around to see Herself, standing there, hands on hips and giving them a look that bordered on dangerously droll. The girls eyed each other for a nervous moment until one cleared her throat and said:

"Ah. Mamma Gkika? We've got a customer, he's uhm...He's asked for the Sadistic Orchidesiac Skirmish this evening."

The girl nodded towards a young stern-looking man sitting with a group of merry Jagers. Obviously three sheets to the wind if the slightly glazed look in his eye and the flush in his face indicated anything, he seemed remarkably upright nonetheless. Every once in a while, he half-heartedly joined in the conversation or would give a tight smile to some off-color joke or a hearty slap on the back. Otherwise, he seemed lost in his own thoughts and clutched the stein-mug in front of him like a drowning man thrown his last lifeline.

"He's a Spelunk-drunk, " said another girl, using the bar's slang term for any accidental tourist that happened to wander down into the lower bars. "Letitia spotted him, and grabbed Nidia and me and Barbary but well uhm..." She tapped her fingers together nervously. " We figured Franz would catch him but...I'm not really sure how he did it. But...uhm...He got past Franz and apparently he's made a great impression on the Jagers?" Her voice grew high with uncertainty.

Mamma Gkika hadn't taken her eyes off the young man while the girl had been talking. She thoughtfully tapped one elegant fingernail against her cheek. Suddenly, a toothy grin spread across her face.

"He's a schmot boy, den," she said. "Verra schmot. Hez he got de money or iz he chust all talk?"

"Oh he's got money! You should have seen the tip he gave me upstairs, I..."

Mamma Gkika jerked a thumb towards the exit, cutting the girl's explanation short.

"Upschtairs. All uf hyu, before Hy cut you pay for beink careless, " said Mamma in a curt voice. "Mamma tek care uf dis vun." Already unnerved by the amount of appreciative attention the Jagers had been giving them, the girls couldn't vanish fast enough.

***

Mamma sauntered over to the table, a tigress's swagger in her generous hips and clapped one hand on top of the stein just as the young man had raised it again to his lips. She forced it back down on the table with a loud clop, leaned down and smiled, showing every bit of her cleavage and nearly every last one of her fangs.

"Vell, hello dollink. I hear hyu iz askink for the SOS diz evenink, " she purred. "Hyu know vot dat iz den, hm?" The Jagers at the table grinned, made hooting noises and jabbed each other in the ribs.

The man raised his head and regarded Mamma's face with a steady if not overly analytic eye before he dropped his gaze to the usual part of a woman's anatomy that fascinates all young men well in the cups.

"I did ask. I have some idea, " he answered. Mamma raised an eyebrow. Interestink.

"How many drinks iz hyu had, dollink?" she pressed.

"Exactly fifteen, plus three-quarters of the one you currently have your hand on, madame," he replied. More than enough drink to put a good-sized man under the table and yet not so drunk as to be unaware of his actions. Mamma filed that away also.

"Hyu know management iz not responsible for maiming, blud loss, hamputation or death, accidental or otterwise?" she went on, punctuating the conditions with one fingernail tap after another on the table. The young man turned his eye to a couple of Jagers at the adjacent table she had thought drunk from the way they had been pulling ridiculous faces, babbling and laughing among themselves. She saw now they entertained a baby in a basket, a sturdy little fellow chewing busily on the decorated heel of a throwing axe.

"I have no intention of dying anytime soon, " he said as he turned his attention back to her.

Without warning, Mamma closed her hand around the front of his collar and hoisted him up to his feet. Her fingernail caressed the underside of his scruffy chin and her eyes positively gleamed.

"Hyu know, dere's noffink I like better den a man being a goot poppa, " she growled softly in his ear. "Hyu got some vay about hyu, keed, to sveet-tok Franz und turn boyz like dese into cooink nursemaids. Vot's hyur name?"

"Klaus," answered the young man, a gleam in his own eye.

"How much gold hyu got?"

Klaus dug around in a pocket and dropped a suitable amount of coins into her extended hand.

"Hokay, dollink." She released him, dropped the coins down the front of her dress with a smile and trailed her fingers slowly across his chest, down the front of his stomach and gave him a flirtatious little tweak where it counted most. Flirtatious for a Jager, of course. He reacted with a startled grunt, and a mix of surprise and genuine pain crossed his face.

"Chust givink hyu a taste ov vot's to come, schmott boy, " she said and grabbed him by the collar. " By de vay, how goot are hyu vit a flail?"

"A what? " he said as she hauled him, stumbling over his own feet, towards the brightly colored door that led to her own private boudoir.

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