texted3times | 18th Street Lounge, Washington DC [night, NFB]

18th Street Lounge, Washington DC [night, NFB]

Eric had wanted to drive all the way to New York to find a really interesting club, but decided that as nice as his sports car was (and it was very nice), a date that required a four hour one-way roadtrip was probably a terrible idea.

Which was why he and Jaina were now letting the valets at the 18th Street Lounge try to find parking in Dupont Circle. Eric grinned down at her as he held the door open. "We're just in time. They have tango lessons at 8 on Tuesdays."

Eric, it must be noted, liked winning bets.

[OOC: For the tiny Jedi. No, the other one.]

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"Okay, let's go with that," she decided, turning her face toward his.

Eric was going to take that as invitation to try to kiss her, then.

If anyone had told Jaina before a few weeks ago that she would spend any time at all kissing a vampire, she would have called them a liar. Yet here she was now, doing just that and feeling pretty good about that.

Eric would say it was a thousand years of practice that made him quite the expert at making women (and men, for that matter) feel pretty good about kissing him.

But there was kissing, which was much better than talking, so he didn't.

She had to admit- to herself, anyway- that she was now really curious what else a thousand years of practice had made him good at. She broke away when she remembered that at least she had to breathe, murmuring, "You're an effective negotiator."