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This man – his demeanor, his accent, his forwardness. Everything about him intrigued Stefan.  If we’re being choosy, I’m more of a AB+ guy. Though, I much prefer my food and spirits separate, he replied, sliding fluidly into the booth, interested as to what the rest of the night might bring.

Klaus slid into the booth across from his new comrade. His arms outstretched over the backs of the cushioned seats, making him look at home as though he were sitting on a throne.  ❝ Fair enough. It’s something I’ve been dabbling with recently and though I’ve yet to really find a winner, I think there’s potential. ❞  

With one hand, he gestured for one of the usual girls that hung out at the club. She was draped in beads and pearls with a fun-loving smile on her face. ❝ Join us, ❞ he instructed as she sat down next to him, her eyes drinking in Stefan. She hadn’t even needed to be compelled to do so.  ❝ Stefan, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine. Amelia. ❞ His eyes swept over her as he continued to talk, a predatory look in them.  ❝ She’s an AB+. ❞

Stefan’s watchful eye followed Klaus’ movements, his brow raised as the other invited Amelia over. His eyes glanced over her face and traveled down her body & back up, zeroing in on her neck.  Amelia, he drawled.  Welcome.Stefan’s eyes flicked back to Klaus as he mentioned his favorite.  She’s marvelous, truly. May I? He asked, keeping his eyes on Klaus but tilting his head to the woman in question. 

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