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silvershotserenity:

She laughed a little as she got up from the table and started to clean up the kitchen a little bit. Gemma didn’t want to entertain his stupid face leaning over the table. “Honestly? No. Why would I think about only pleasing you?” She teased scrunching her nose up towards him. “I like to think about the things like please me, thank you very much.” 

“And I’ve never pleased you before?” Dane almost sounded wounded. “Because that would be a lie, Miss Swanson and we both know that.” He said, his eyes following her around the kitchen as she cleaned. 

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pourmedownrachel:

“That’s… what I meant.” She grumbled. “Just without the vulgar details.” she shook her head softly. Hot stripper - she’d take it but it wasn’t her favorite thing to be called. “I’ll save my cheap feels for when we get to my place, deal?” She asked tilting her head a bit as she pulled the back around her more. “Can we just hurry up and get out of here.”  

Dane swung a leg over the back and handed the helmet to Rachel. “Well, let’s get you home then.”

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silvershotserenity:

Gemma laughed watching him. Reaching over and leaning over the table she lightly pinched his cheek. “Don’t be such a baby.” She grinned. “Oh please. Dane… I can beat you anytime of the week.” Her face feel and she glared at him. “And no I’m not talking about beating you off, perv.” 

“Your mind when you beating me off not mine,” He leaned forward on his elbow. “Do you think about beating me off often?” He knew he shouldn’t have said it but his mouth was faster than his brain. He kept up with it, anyway. Maybe she wouldn’t shoot him down. That’s what he ultimately wanted? Gemma back to normal. He trashed Ira’s office to get her back.

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pourmedownrachel:

Rachel looked down at the black lace that pushed her chest up way further than needed. She sighed not really caring. She’d only care if she had to watch him drool over it. Flipping her hair out from the jacket she bit her lip. “Stop.” She said rolling her eyes a little at his googly eyes. “I’m sure there are plenty of woman that want to rip your throat out, Dane. Men too honestly … cause I’m sure you can turn a faithful woman into a joke.” She teased a little before looking down. It felt weird, but that was just the stripper side of Rachel talking to please the wolf in front of her. “Um.. I was just heading home… the loft above the bar if you’re not busy. I’ll be sure to at least make it worth the trip when we get there.” 

“I’d never turn a faithful woman into a joke. I’d turn her around and take her every which way but never a joke,” Dane said nudging the body out of their way. “I’m never too busy to have a hot stripper on the back of my motorcycle. All I ask is if you feel the urge for a cheap feel, make it a good one.”

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His grin was cocked up on one side as he watched her take off her blood-spattered shirt and put his jacket on. “You’re welcome,” He hissed as he took in the whole sight of her. “Where do you need to go tonight? I’ll make sure you get there. Consider this as a part of our deal. Can’t get a lapdance from a ghoul who wants to rip my throat out. Not that I haven’t had one before but it wasn’t a ghoul.”

Rachel shook her eyes softly. Dane was right she would if she kept human in this town. Biting her lip at the jacket she wiped her eyes and stripped out without caring. Dane had seen it all before. Slipping in the jacket she hummed softly wth how warm it was. “Thank you.”

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dont-call-me-percy:

“Any magic options?”

“Not that I know of,” He shrugged, “I didn’t know I was turning so I didn’t have time to prepare the first time. It got easier with time and I just took it as it was. She’ll learn to get over the pain. She’s a lot stronger than she thinks she is.”

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“Yeah, yeah,” Dane tossed his cards down and sat back with his arms crossed. “Get it out now. That’ll be the last time you win and we’re immortal so it’ll be many many years of losing.”

Chinese Food || Game

Gemma watched them bit at his lip and giggled to herself. She giggled and watched him before slapping her card down! “Ha!!!” She grinned looking over at him. “Hey… I won.” She smirked looking at him .

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"Overdosing on Xanax might help," Dane shrugged. "They don't make anxiety meds for werewolves."

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princess-ellacarp:

Ella listed out the ten digits that made up her phone number. “Thank you.”

Dane quickly punched in the number and hit send, “Don’t mention it.” He tucked his phone back into his pocket and looked back up at the baby vampire, “Run along before I change my mind, rip your head off and bring your soul to my boss.”

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dont-call-me-percy:

He rolled his eyes when Dane laughed but that was hardly a unique reaction to his antics. “Is there any way to make the change easier to cope with? Anesthesia? Pot?”

“Death,” Dane was serious. Nothing could weaken the intensity of the first change. “Painkillers rarely work on us for regular everyday things. They certainly don’t work during a change.”

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silvershotserenity:

Gemma nodded. “I ran into my first one the other day after turning. They smell so bad.” She grumbled shaking her head as she looked over her cards. She laughed a bit nodded. “But it’d be sparkly shit.” She smirked at her little comment. 

Gemma looked at everything and then the two cards in her hand before setting down a green 7. “Uno.” She said softly as she held her card close to her with a grin on her face. The last card she had in her hands was a green reverse, with all luck he wouldn’t change the color. 

“They smell bad because they’re dead. But yeah, sparkly shit, indeed.” He returned the smirk.

Dane flicked the top of a card as he bit the inside of his lip while deep in thought. He didn’t have many moves. There was no way he would be able to dump so many cards in one move. He couldn’t even manage a color change. “Even with the cards blocking your face, I can still see the smug expression on those lips of yours,” He tossed a card out and placed his hand down, awaiting his loss.

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pourmedownrachel:

Rachel looked up and let her head drop. Mostly out of relief that she was in the company of someone she could trust, and someone more powerful than her and her hand gun. Taking in a deep breath she let it out. 

Wiping at her face she looked back up at him. “I’ve never killed anyone.. or anything..” She said looking at the blood on her oversized sweater. “I’ve.. they were someone at onetime, Dane.. I know they were going to kill me, and the humanity part is gone, I’ve just never killed someone.” 

“It gets easier with time. And I think you’ll have to kill again. The ghoul problem doesn’t seem to be going away.” Dane peeled his leather jacket off and handed it to the woman, “Take that off and put this on.” 

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dont-call-me-percy:

“How fucking astute,” he said with a glare. He was in a bad mood and the fact that he hadn’t noticed Dane coming made it worse, he rubbed at his eyes and groaned, “wolf moon’s coming,” he said, “that mean anything to you?” he wondered about it since he walked into Gemma, he figured he might know or at least he would say something to distract him from going slowly insane over his eyes. 

Dane laughed at Perseus’ frustrations. “Not really. Each full moon sucks like the last. It’ll be Gem’s first turning. That’ll be fun.” His last sentence was drenched with sarcasm. A werewolf’s first turn was probably the worst since they didn’t know what to expect.

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princess-ellacarp:

“P-Please? That would be lovely.”

Dane went through his contacts and bundled up numbers into one message, “Number?” He asked peeking up at the baby vampire, waiting for her to end the torture.

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silvershotserenity:

Gemma gave a small smile and let it drop looking over her cards. She wished she was stuck with ‘A Dane’ , but she was stuck with a part of Dane that got a little extra than the other girls. Feeling herself twist over it all over again she shook her head. “I never understood why she’d have something like a vampire sparkle. It’s lame.”  

Biting her lip she shook her head with a giggle. “I think it’s yours. But I don’t know so I’m just going to go.” She said setting a card down. 

“Vampires are fucking pieces of shit. They smell like death and are cold like fish. She wanted to cover all that crap with sparkles.” He tossed a card out. “Shit is shit, covered with glitter or not.” 

He intentionally ignored her lip biting, chalking it up to a bad habit and not her trying to get into his pants. It didn’t stop him from making a mental hit list of how many members he was going to kill, two for every time she made him want her. It was reasonable.

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pourmedownrachel:

Rachel knew the gun shot would rise attention to anyone near. It didn’t bother her though. At this point she wasn’t sure how much more she could take being a human in this town. Nothing was safe, and there was no escaping any of it. Her eyes were fixed on the body, the lifeless body she just ended. Before they were a ghoul she knew they were human too.. maybe… either way, they were someone. They had parents, and a life. One Rachel just took and ended. 

Hearing a body approach she looked down at her gun making sure it was close by before shaking her head softly. “What have I done…” 

Dane heard the gun shots and let his curiosity carry him to where they originated from. He saw the stripper he had the deal with standing there with a gun in her hand muttering to herself. 

With the ghoul problem, Dane approached carefully. She was hot but he wasn’t about to become her dinner because she had a taste for werewolf. “Ghouls’ aren’t worth the tears, okay?” Dane had a few ridiculous unspoken rules. One of them was to never make a stripper cry. A woman crying while taking her clothes off wasn’t exactly appealing.

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dont-call-me-percy:

Lousia had done more than give him hell over his addiction to coffee, she had gone and said he needed glasses. He frowned hard at the thought, he didn’t need glasses, she had no solid evidence that he did, she was just being her usual mean-spirited self. That’s what he thought at least. He had gone years without them and his body didn’t age and it seemed ridiculous to him, the idea that he needed glasses all this time.  “She doesn’t knew what’s she’s talking about,” he  muttered angrily, trying to read a poster from close up, needing to take a step back to adjust his vision, he bumped into someone. “Fuck,” he muttered, turning to see who it was, “sorry about that.”

Dane felt a person bump into him and looked up instantly to see Perseus. “Who are you kidding?” Dane aske almost joking, “You’re not sorry.”