[i]“Oh, tell me that's not who I think it is...”[/i] “Who?” Booker demanded, his dark eyes fixed on the woman with such frightening intensity that the girl in his arms tried to shrink away from him. “I can’t quite-..” But then recognition broke over his features and his lips split into a wicked grin. "I’ll be damned.” [i]“Finish up with that, I don't think you'll want to miss this.”[/i] “Yes, [i]ma’am[/i].” “What the hell does she mean, finish up?” The girl piped loudly, looking irritated at the way the older woman had patted her head. She began to inch away from Booker. “And what the fuck is wrong with your teeth?? This is getting weird, I’m just gonna-..” “Oh hold on, love, I can’t let you go just yet,” he cooed, his grip like steel and his voice like honey. He gave her another intimate squeeze and sneered at the conflicted look that passed over her face as she simultaneously turned her head away but also melted against his chest. “That’s right..” he hummed with his deep voice, tilting her chin up high, “I’ll make you feel good..” ------------------------- There was really no point in staying any longer. Mila took one last look around the club as she tucked her cell phone away and made to stand up. An approaching figure made her stop dead in her tracks. No, make that two. A woman with a feral look on her face and a man who was just getting up from a table. It looked like he’d left a third person slumped sideways on the seat… And then she recognized them. How could she not? They were two old companions she’d spent years and years with, only a few several decades ago. Booker and Lisette. Mila felt an unpleasant chill down her spine. Their three-way alliance had never been entirely comfortable. The two American Southerners had already been very close by the time she’d stumbled across them. Mila had the feeling that their loyalty to each other was stronger than anything they might have ever felt towards her. She’d left them easily enough, with some made-up excuse about tracking down an old mate. She wasn’t eager to see them again, and they probably knew it. [i]"Well I’ll be."[/i] Lisette had arrived first and was raking her eyes over Mila in a way that set her teeth on edge. She remembered her as being [i]viciously[/i] playful. Mila caught the territorial edge in her voice and was well aware of her sharpened teeth. Her own had also become like daggers in reaction. [i]“Look at what the cat dragged in.”[/i] “Lisette, you look just as stunning as the day I left,” Mila replied with a stiff smile, her body tense. She looked back at the other vampire with just as much intensity. Booker had arrived at this point and was leaning against the table on her other side, making it difficult for her to stand up now without having to ask one of them to move. The tension in the air was palpable. “What about me?” Booker asked pretending to look hurt. He was licking blood off his fingertips as he spoke, a mischievous glint in his eye as he raised his eyebrows suggestively. Mila had never liked his slimy charm. “You missed a spot there,” she said flatly, pointing to her own lip. Booker laughed heartily and wiped his mouth clean, his teeth flashing…which wasn’t an accident. “I’ve missed you, you know. I really have. Hasn’t been the same since you left us, has it, Lisette?” They looked strong. Radiant. They probably never went more than 24 hours without having their fill. They stood in such stark contrast to Mila at the moment, who was very clearly famished. It wounded her pride a little to be caught hungry like this. It was a sign of weakness; made it look like she had trouble catching her meals. She knew these two would know differently, that she wasn’t someone to trifle with. Still, Mila was suddenly self-conscious of her black pupils and strained expression. She lifted her chin a little higher, as if to dare them to make a comment about it. Of course, she knew that wouldn’t stop them. "I'd love to stay to chat.." she said carefully, leaving the end of her sentence hanging. "..I'm sure you two have plans tonight.."