deputy-stackhouse

[deputy-stackhouse]

"Oh, right... yeah," A small nod was met with the reminder of his information taken at the door, a slight perhaps embarrassed chuckle leaving his lips before he suddenly registered the former part of the sentence. However, he soon perked up and looked at the vampire with surprise. "Wait, you met Sookie?" He questioned, a sudden expression of distrust settling on his features as he continued, "You didn't try anything with her, right? Cause while I'm still not so happy she's hanging 'round 'Vampire Bill', at least she's got some say in it. She doesn't need all the vampers in town tryin' to cause her problems or eyeing her up... I know what your kind is like." While he would like to believe he sounded threatening, the way he still couldn't quite meet the eyes of the blonde for more than a moment lessened the potential sting exponentially. Sookie could take care of herself, he was more than aware of that, but the way she seemed to be getting herself involved with the bloodsuckers made his skin crawl... or maybe it was the continued and unfazed stare of the Viking that caused the shiver down his spine and goosebumps on his skin. Jason shifted slightly in his seat, taking a swig of the beer to ground himself, and his gaze returned to one of the dancers. "Are all the people who work here like you?" He asked in lieu of a full answer, "Fangers, I mean." @kingxfanger

When vampires came out from their coffins, the world had varying degrees of acceptance. Within the small, homely, small town of Bon Temps Louisiana, it seemed as though the majority weren’t too welcome to the idea of the dead wandering their streets. Vampire Bill Compton had been an easier introduction into the idea of incorporating and, at a stretch, ‘welcoming’ the bloodsuckers into the community, much of that being thanks to one Sookie Stackhouse, a rather unique individual who had taken a quick liking to the charming southern vampire. Bill and Sookie had created a view on what a positive ‘companionship’ could look like, the male setting an expectation of a kinder, less threatening vampire. However, where there was gentlemanly behavior and good intentions, the dark and the dirty; the secret, underground, and temptation were never too far away.

The news of the vampire bar was mainly passed around by whispers. Some were disgusted, some concerned, and others were simply curious. Jason Stackhouse would put himself within the category of the former if anyone outright asked his opinion (though it was rare anyone did), truthfully though, it was his curiosity and, well, the idea of sex that had gotten him to decide to visit. He was not a Fang-banger, no, but he’d happily be someone’s ‘sloppy seconds’ and make his impression in a way only a living man could.

Shreveport wasn’t a far drive; 22 miles away, give or take a few to get to Fangtasia. The parking lot was busy with both cars and people, and it was unclear from a distance whether the beings were human or fangers.  It was easy for faces in the dark to remain anonymous. The young man took a brief moment to look himself over in the rearview mirror, adjusting his shirt collar and running a hand through his hair before getting out of the car. He was used to getting attention, especially from women, and while he soaked it up like a dish sponge and let it inflate his ego, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it being from the dead, his wandering gaze as he walked towards the entrance noticing a few heads turn.

  It wasn’t until he stepped foot inside the joint that he truly realized what he had gotten himself into. The whole place oozed sex. How Sookie, all innocent and southern doll-like, hadn’t been overwhelmed was beyond him, but now wasn’t the time for his mind to wander to his sister. He made a beeline to the bar, thinking the alcohol would help soothe the rare nerves that had settled in his gut. His attention stuck to one of the dancers while he waited, only to be broken by a gruff clear of a throat from the bartender to draw his focus back. “She’s uh, pretty damn good, huh?” He commented, jerking his head to the side to gesture to the dancer as he moved to the front. “Could I just get a beer?” He asked after he was met with no response other than a fed-up expression.  @kingxfanger

[deputy-stackhouse]

The Stackhouse siblings were quite the talk of the town in Bon Temps and had been since they were young. Beyond the general gossip surrounding their parents' death, the kids and teenagers themselves had caught the eyes of nosey neighbours. Sookie was the good girl, although considered a bit 'strange'. Jason was the quarterback, the flirt, the sexual one... really, not much had changed. He had proudly slept with most of the women within the town and never had any complaints, many coming back for another round or two... or three. It wasn't until Vampires had started making themselves known that Jason for the first time in probably his entire sexually active life had begun to feel, dare he say, insecure about his abilities or lack thereof in comparison to the 'supernatural' beings.

He'd been willing to roleplay, of course. Help some fangbangers out by acting like he was all rough and in control, but it wasn't what he was used to. If that was becoming the new normal, he would likely be forgotten about... but he wasn't going to let himself fall into that hole of despair. After all, that's why he was there, at the vampire sex bar, to see what the hype was about and if he needed to be concerned or would manage just fine to catch someone's eye. But talking to the man he currently was, wasn't exactly what he had expected.

It didn't occur to him his name was known due to the ID check at the door, and Jason had a visceral reaction to hearing it spoken, brows furrowing and body moving back slightly as if to be cautious. "Uh, yeah... that's me," He nodded, glancing to the chair beside the throne and letting a nervous laugh pass his lips at the man's ‘joke’, hesitating briefly then before deciding to in fact take a seat followed by a swig of his beer. He sat forward, elbows resting on his knees as his gaze trailed over the clubgoers from the new vantage point, once again making a conscious effort not to stare at the blonde sat beside him. "Oh, I'm just here to see what the fuss is all about, is all," He explained with a small shrug, clearing his throat and taking another sip of his drink which was already almost empty. "How'd you know who I am?" Jason decided to ask, head-turning to face Eric, "and... who are you?"

When vampires came out from their coffins, the world had varying degrees of acceptance. Within the small, homely, small town of Bon Temps Louisiana, it seemed as though the majority weren’t too welcome to the idea of the dead wandering their streets. Vampire Bill Compton had been an easier introduction into the idea of incorporating and, at a stretch, ‘welcoming’ the bloodsuckers into the community, much of that being thanks to one Sookie Stackhouse, a rather unique individual who had taken a quick liking to the charming southern vampire. Bill and Sookie had created a view on what a positive ‘companionship’ could look like, the male setting an expectation of a kinder, less threatening vampire. However, where there was gentlemanly behavior and good intentions, the dark and the dirty; the secret, underground, and temptation were never too far away.

The news of the vampire bar was mainly passed around by whispers. Some were disgusted, some concerned, and others were simply curious. Jason Stackhouse would put himself within the category of the former if anyone outright asked his opinion (though it was rare anyone did), truthfully though, it was his curiosity and, well, the idea of sex that had gotten him to decide to visit. He was not a Fang-banger, no, but he’d happily be someone’s ‘sloppy seconds’ and make his impression in a way only a living man could.

Shreveport wasn’t a far drive; 22 miles away, give or take a few to get to Fangtasia. The parking lot was busy with both cars and people, and it was unclear from a distance whether the beings were human or fangers.  It was easy for faces in the dark to remain anonymous. The young man took a brief moment to look himself over in the rearview mirror, adjusting his shirt collar and running a hand through his hair before getting out of the car. He was used to getting attention, especially from women, and while he soaked it up like a dish sponge and let it inflate his ego, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it being from the dead, his wandering gaze as he walked towards the entrance noticing a few heads turn.

  It wasn’t until he stepped foot inside the joint that he truly realized what he had gotten himself into. The whole place oozed sex. How Sookie, all innocent and southern doll-like, hadn’t been overwhelmed was beyond him, but now wasn’t the time for his mind to wander to his sister. He made a beeline to the bar, thinking the alcohol would help soothe the rare nerves that had settled in his gut. His attention stuck to one of the dancers while he waited, only to be broken by a gruff clear of a throat from the bartender to draw his focus back. “She’s uh, pretty damn good, huh?” He commented, jerking his head to the side to gesture to the dancer as he moved to the front. “Could I just get a beer?” He asked after he was met with no response other than a fed-up expression.  @kingxfanger

[deputy-stackhouse]

Jason was stood, beer in hand, with his boot-clad foot tapping along to the song he’d never heard before and likely wouldn't seek out to listen to again. It was loud and heavy, and while he could not deny it matched the energy of the bar perfectly, he was a blues or classic rock fan. The elder Stackhouse, surprisingly, wasn't used to bars like this; dark and dingy and on the sketchy side. Even though Merlotte's was one of the first 'vampire-friendly' places within Bon Temps, in comparison to Fangtasia it was like a children's playground. Even then, Jason had never had an issue of getting laid while he was in there, and if he were to rationalize the decision to be at Fangtasia instead of comfortable and familiar Merlotte's, this was just a much higher stakes version... and yes, it was worth it. He hoped.

Brows furrowed when he was approached by the woman-Vampire- who had let him in, his lips parting as if he were going to question why, but she'd started walking off before he could so much as let out a breath. She was older than what he'd usually go for, vampire age aside, and the fact she was a /vampire/ really wasn't doing it for him, yet he still followed. After all, He was a man with a one-track mind, his gaze admittedly glancing down at her ass as she led the way.

His expression of confusion remained on his face as he was led to stand in front of the seated blonde male, his hues trailing over him for a moment. Jason certainly wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed; some would argue he wasn't even remotely close to being a tool in the shed in the first place, but it didn't necessarily bother him. He had his own set of skills, and given the fact, his looks were one of them, he made a conclusion within his own head as to why he'd been summoned, and he decided to speak up. "Uh, before y'all continue, I should stop ya right here," he began, being sure to address both of them although found himself focusing more on the male, while avoiding eye-contact as much as possible. "It's real nice of y'all to pick me outta the crowd but uh... I'm not into threesomes unless it's me with two ladies..." he explained, adding then with more confidence, dark eyes settling on the icy blue stare he was receiving "I'm also no fangbanger."

When vampires came out from their coffins, the world had varying degrees of acceptance. Within the small, homely, small town of Bon Temps Louisiana, it seemed as though the majority weren’t too welcome to the idea of the dead wandering their streets. Vampire Bill Compton had been an easier introduction into the idea of incorporating and, at a stretch, ‘welcoming’ the bloodsuckers into the community, much of that being thanks to one Sookie Stackhouse, a rather unique individual who had taken a quick liking to the charming southern vampire. Bill and Sookie had created a view on what a positive ‘companionship’ could look like, the male setting an expectation of a kinder, less threatening vampire. However, where there was gentlemanly behavior and good intentions, the dark and the dirty; the secret, underground, and temptation were never too far away.

The news of the vampire bar was mainly passed around by whispers. Some were disgusted, some concerned, and others were simply curious. Jason Stackhouse would put himself within the category of the former if anyone outright asked his opinion (though it was rare anyone did), truthfully though, it was his curiosity and, well, the idea of sex that had gotten him to decide to visit. He was not a Fang-banger, no, but he’d happily be someone’s 'sloppy seconds’ and make his impression in a way only a living man could.

Shreveport wasn’t a far drive; 22 miles away, give or take a few to get to Fangtasia. The parking lot was busy with both cars and people, and it was unclear from a distance whether the beings were human or fangers.  It was easy for faces in the dark to remain anonymous. The young man took a brief moment to look himself over in the rearview mirror, adjusting his shirt collar and running a hand through his hair before getting out of the car. He was used to getting attention, especially from women, and while he soaked it up like a dish sponge and let it inflate his ego, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it being from the dead, his wandering gaze as he walked towards the entrance noticing a few heads turn.

  It wasn’t until he stepped foot inside the joint that he truly realized what he had gotten himself into. The whole place oozed sex. How Sookie, all innocent and southern doll-like, hadn’t been overwhelmed was beyond him, but now wasn’t the time for his mind to wander to his sister. He made a beeline to the bar, thinking the alcohol would help soothe the rare nerves that had settled in his gut. His attention stuck to one of the dancers while he waited, only to be broken by a gruff clear of a throat from the bartender to draw his focus back. “She’s uh, pretty damn good, huh?” He commented, jerking his head to the side to gesture to the dancer as he moved to the front. “Could I just get a beer?” He asked after he was met with no response other than a fed-up expression.  @kingxfanger

[deputy-stackhouse]

When vampires came out from their coffins, the world had varying degrees of acceptance. Within the small, homely, town of Bon Temps Louisiana, it seemed as though the majority weren't too welcome to the idea of the dead wandering their streets. Vampire Bill Compton had been an easier introduction into the idea of incorporating and, at a stretch, 'welcoming' the bloodsuckers into the community, much of that being thanks to one Sookie Stackhouse, a rather unique individual who had taken a quick liking to the charming southern vampire. Bill and Sookie had created a view on what a positive 'companionship' could look like, the male setting an expectation of a kinder, less threatening vampire. However, where there was gentlemanly behavior and good intentions, the dark and the dirty; the secret, underground, and temptation were never too far away.

The news of the vampire bar was mainly passed around by whispers. Some were disgusted, some concerned, and others were simply curious. Jason Stackhouse would put himself within the category of the former if anyone outright asked his opinion (though it was rare anyone did), truthfully though, it was his curiosity and, well, the idea of sex that had gotten him to decide to visit. He was not a Fang-banger, no, but he'd happily be someone's 'sloppy seconds' and make his impression in a way only a living man could.

Shreveport wasn't a far drive; 22 miles away, give or take a few to get to Fangtasia. The parking lot was busy with both cars and people, and it was unclear from a distance whether the beings were human or fangers.  It was easy for faces in the dark to remain anonymous. The young man took a brief moment to look himself over in the rearview mirror, adjusting his shirt collar and running a hand through his hair before getting out of the car. He was used to getting attention, especially from women, and while he soaked it up like a dish sponge and let it inflate his ego, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it being from the dead, his wandering gaze as he walked towards the entrance noticing a few heads turn.

  It wasn't until he stepped foot inside the joint that he truly realized what he had gotten himself into. The whole place oozed sex. How Sookie, all innocent and southern doll-like, hadn't been overwhelmed was beyond him, but now wasn't the time for his mind to wander to his sister. He made a beeline to the bar, thinking the alcohol would help soothe the rare nerves that had settled in his gut. His attention stuck to one of the dancers while he waited, only to be broken by a gruff clear of a throat from the bartender to draw his focus back. "She's uh, pretty damn good, huh?" He commented, jerking his head to the side to gesture to the dancer as he moved to the front. "Could I just get a beer?" He asked after he was met with no response other than a fed-up expression.  @kingxfanger