May 14 2011
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The air outside the club was just turning frosty, crisp and cool, heady with the scent of late fall. It was a pleasant shock to Lyr as he stepped out, letting it wash over him. Lyr took a moment to enjoy the stillness as the club door closed behind him, the heavy bass muffled to the point of inaudibility.
Lyr’s eyes shot open and he glared at the passing limo. Three jocks — from their t-shirts, Lyr assumed they were from the local college; they were all stamped with ‘Property of’ — were hanging out of the sunroof, swearing at him as they drove by. He kept glaring as they hooted and hollered, the limo speeding away and around the corner before he subsided, sighing.
A breath of air across Lyr’s ear was the only warning he had before someone spoke beside him. “Ignore them.”
“Jesus, Tash!” Lyr swore, jumping and whirling. “Would you stop doing that?”
“Stop doing what?” Tash shrugged, but Lyr could catch the edge of a grin dancing in his eyes. “It’s not my fault you don’t pay attention to what’s going on around you.”
Lyr leaned back against the wall of the club, rolling his eyes at his best friend. “Well, it’s hardly my fault that your super secret vampire power is apparently ninja cat stealth.”
Tash grinned outright at that, baring his fangs at Lyr. “Apparently you missed the super vampire sarcasm. That barely tickled.” He flopped beside Lyr, laughing. “Anyway, seriously, ignore those guys. You’re three times as old as they are and look better than they will when they’re thirty.”
“Yeah, well, being stuck at twenty-two will do that,” Lyr pointed out. He sighed. “At least I’m legal.”
Tash leered at Lyr. “Ooh, do remind me,” he said, prompting another eyeroll from Lyr. “Anyway, what’s got you brooding out here? I swear, as much as you do that, you could have your own syndicated vampire detective show.”
Lyr frowned. “What, and add to the already existing multitude? And anyway, I’m not brooding,” he insisted. “I’m… contemplating.”
“Contemplating your complete and utter lack of a social life?” Tash suggested helpfully. “Generally, we call that brooding. C’mon! You’re hot, you’re sexy, you’re eternally youthful. Hell, you’re a psivamp! You don’t even need to feed on blood like I do, all you need’s the pleasure you’d get out of getting someone off, so you don’t even have anything to feel guilty about. First’s sake, just go pick up some cute little twink who’ll take you home and call you daddy!”
Lyr blinked and turned his head to look at Tash. “Uh. Don’t take this the wrong way, okay?”
“There is something seriously wrong with you.”
Tash grinned even wider and nodded. “Yup!”