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Bitch 1 and Bitch 2 got to the fairy before she could even glance his way. 

They probably sniffed him out with their brand-new noses. She sipped her drink through a bright green straw and glared at the backs of their heads as they were rejected. Watching that, for now, brought her some satisfaction. 

Andrea might finally hike the service fees if more of these well-dressed types started showing up at this dump. With any luck, she’d use the extra cash to fix the damn air conditioning before the next heat wave hit the city. Celeste was tired of dancing half-soaked in her own sweat during the day shifts. Not that she worked the pole much in the daytime. Those shows were reserved for the unemployed regulars who could barely scrape together enough bills for the entrance, left alone for a decent tip. 

If a price hike scared them off?

Celeste wouldn’t complain. Not one bit. They were welcomed to get their fix of tits and shit food in another club. 

She shifted in her seat, rolled her shoulders, and exhaled into the club’s perfumed air. It felt like the night would go on forever, the last two hours of her shift could not go any faster. 

[Color=#90F1FF]"On your break?"[/color]

Her lips twitched around the straw and eyes drifted in the general direction of a man’s voice. She didn’t look at him immediately, just let the bass roll over her as she sipped the last of her drink. 

[color=8C2C23]“I might be,” [/color]Celeste said at last, voice low and melodic against the club’s heavy bass music. 

If she played it right with this one, she might finally have enough stashed to buy that 2002 Honda she’d been eyeing on Craigslist for the past month. She checked the listing almost daily, half expecting it to vanish. So far, it was still there. Busted trunk door and all—nothing a vampire’s strength couldn’t handle. 

Her gaze met his, cool and unhurried. [color=8C2C23]“Depends whether you’re trying to interrupt it… or improve it.”[/color]

Then came the gesture, the drink order. His voice was smooth and just loud enough to cut through the bass. 

[color=8C2C23]“Trying to sweeten me up?”[/color] Celeste turned in her seat, draping an arm over the back of it. Elbow propped, chin resting on her hand, she gave him a proper look. Handsome, well-dressed, expensive cologne—smoked sandalwood, leather—and just beneath it all, the sharper note of citrus and something unmistakable. 

Lycan. 

A little puppy. 

A better option than the Fae who had just wandered in earlier.

When the drink arrived, a darker red than the last, she flashed Sammy behind the bar a wink. Extra blood and a bright pink straw this time. Sweet girl. Celeste raised her glass, letting it meet with his in a delicate clink. 

[color=8C2C23]“Gracias,”[/color] she purred, her accent kissing the syllables as the word rolled off her tongue. [color=8C2C23]“You'd be surprised how few men in here bother treating a lady right.”[/color] 

She took a long, deliberate sip. The kind that invited eyes to linger. 

[color=8C2C23]“At least you come with manners,”[/color] she added, tongue slipping lightingly across her bottom lip as she settled the glass down. 

[color=8C2C23]“You can call me Luna.”[/color] A small smile tugged at the corners of her red lips. [color=8C2C23]“And what about you, cariño?” [/color]

She leaned in closer, using her arms to squeeze her chest together and give him a better view of her smile, and other assets. 

[color=8C2C23]“What is it that brought you in here tonight? The music, the drinks…”[/color] She tilted her head just slightly, [color=8C2C23]“The company?” [/color]








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