Ye Olde Saloon [19th Century Colorado, after sunset]

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"Well, this is certainly...different," Eric observed as he and Jaina stepped between tied up horses in order to enter the saloon. From the way those inside stared, it wasn't that usual for women to be there who weren't, erm, working. "We can find somewhere else," Eric murmured. "Your call."

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[solo_sword]

"Most non-vampire balls are dull, too. You'd think with the money that goes into them, the party would be more fun." Though she preferred to go to parties that did not get super bloody, too.

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"Or at least the food would be better," Eric said.

[solo_sword]

She opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it. "There are a few questions there and I'm not sure I want the answers to them."

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His smile was a little toothy. "Oh?"

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She really didn't want to ask, but a fairly morbid curiosity got the better of her. "How do you get bad food at one of those things?"

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"Worn out blood donors," Eric said, making a face.

[solo_sword]

Huh. "You can get worn out from that? They'd have to be doing it a lot, wouldn't they?"

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"Especially at a big vampire party if they didn't order enough staff," Eric replied.

Aren't you glad you asked?

[solo_sword]

Jaina blinked. "And that is why I should not start asking questions," she decided.

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"As always, I'm happy to help," he said, smiling.

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"You really do like leaving me staring, don't you?" she asked.

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"It brings me joy," he said.

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"Brat." It wasn't the first time she'd called him that, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

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"I'm several times older than the country we're currently sitting in," he said. "I'm not a brat."

He was.

[solo_sword]

"Keep telling yourself that," she grinned. "But I'll have you know, I'm never wrong about these things."

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"Being an expert in brattiness?" he guessed.

[solo_sword]

"I have dealt with enough brats in my time to qualify as an expert, yes," she said evasively.

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Eric snorted. "Nicely evaded."

[solo_sword]

"Thank you. Also, you're possibly not the first to say that to me," she admitted.

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"I'm surprised to hear that," he said. "Truly."

[solo_sword]

"I'm now counting this as a substitution for your second short joke," she said, trying to look serious.

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He gave her his winningest smile. "Another beer? Or do you want to punch the guy over there ogling you ass?"

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"...He is not," Jaina said, actually turning to look. She honestly did not get that people might actually look at her, no.

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"And not even being subtle about it," Eric tsked.

[solo_sword]

"Hey, I wouldn't have noticed if you didn't point it out," said she who was often oblivious.