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Kersen sometimes did this thing where when he was feeling his worst, he tried to look his best. Elaborate drag when he was the most down, for example. Like maybe he could force cheerfulness with sequins and lipstick.

This time, he couldn't seem to muster up the energy for drag, though. What "look" said 'I just found out a lover is a serial killer'? Particularly coupled with 'what does this say about my taste in men'? Finally, he'd just gone with the forced cheerfulness: dark purple leather pants and a shirt (gifted to him by an employee years ago) that read OF COURSE I'M PRO-GAY, DO YOU THINK I WORK THIS HARD TO BE AN AMATEUR GAY in bright rainbow colors.

... also he'd started smoking again. Which was a little ironic since he was pretty sure that any effect they had on him was purely psychosomatic.

However, at the moment he was having a smoke break outside his bar. It was fairly early yet, just past 9pm. The streets were still full, lively with people leaving restaurants and shops, heading into bars and theaters. He liked this time of night, where the world was still alive. Wished he could experience more of it.

Some asshole walking by threw a homophobic slur at him, and he was briefly, stupidly tempted to flash his fangs as a threat. Instead he said, "The most fabulous you'll ever see, honey," and flicked the cigarette to the ground. Luckily it was the cowardly sort of asshole, and he just stuck up his middle finger and kept walking.

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From:

winter_wisp

"I wasn't asking you, I was asking the large man guarding the door," Winter replied, leaning over to speak to the bouncer again. "You're doing a fine job by the way. You look very cool," he whispered, before returning his attention to Kersen.

"I don't see how you'd know who I'd like."

From:

kersen

Kersen sighed a little and then said, "It's a vampire bar."

There was no way a fae wouldn't know about vampires, after all. Or if somehow he didn't then he needed to.

From:

winter_wisp

"Like Eric's?" Winter asked, perking up a bit at that, and trying to see past the bouncer. He liked Eric. He was bitey and sexy, and delightfully serious...

"Yes please, let me in. I want to hang out with bitey people," he grinned, flashing his teeth.

From:

kersen

Kersen looked a bit surprised. "Oh, you... know Eric? You've been to the Blood Diamond?"

From:

winter_wisp

"We're friends," Winter said, looking proud. "He came to my birthday party even."

From:

kersen

"You're friends with Eric Northman?" Kersen repeated, looking shocked.

Was he like collecting fae or something?

"So you don't tend to have problems with vampires then?" Kersen added. He wondered if the guy was also under Eric's protection. If so, that made him even less inclined to risk something happening in his bar.

From:

winter_wisp

"I only know one," Winter shrugged. "...Well, two now. ...Three?" he asked, looking at the bouncer again and offering a cheerful wave.

From:

kersen

"Ah," said Kersen. "Well... you should know that not all of them are as nice as us."

From:

winter_wisp

"Nice beings are rare in general," Winter assured him, flashing his teeth as he grinned. "You seem nice though. You should buy me a drink," the pixie decided.

From:

kersen

Kersen considered this for a moment. He also didn't want to offend someone who might actually be involved with Eric.

"Promise you won't wander away from me," he said after a moment.

From:

winter_wisp

"I will stay very close," the pixie promised, holding a single pinkie out in offering, just to make it official.

From:

kersen

That was actually rather charming. Kersen hooked his pinkie around his. "What's your name?" he asked, realizing he didn't know.

From:

winter_wisp

"Winter," The pixie chirped, sealing the pinkie promise with a shake. "Who are you?" he asked.

From:

kersen

"Kersen," he said. "Winter is a great name. It suits you. All right, come on in." He gave his vampire bouncer a look that read don't let anyone bother him.

From:

winter_wisp

"It is a great name," the pixie agreed, offering the bouncer another wave as he held Kersen's arm and followed him inside.

From:

kersen

"What would you like to drink?" Kersen asked him as they made their way inside. He noticed a few vampires turning and looking at him, at which point Kersen put a hand on Winter's lower back possessively. He was so not going to risk some idiot vampire making trouble with someone Eric might be protecting.

From:

winter_wisp

Winter leaned in, and spoke softly, as though sharing a secret. "If you're attempting to touch my bum, you missed,"

Looking at the bar, the pixie cocked his head slightly to one side and hummed thoughtfully. "I think sex on the beach. I don't know what's in it, but it's a good name, yes? Or a white Russian, that's a good name too..."

From:

kersen

When Winter leaned in, Kersen could smell him, and... wow. He cleared his throat. But didn't move his hand away from the fae's back.

"What sounds better? Something fruity or something milky?"

From:

winter_wisp

"That's like asking if you want ice cream or cotton candy, it's an impossible choice," Winter sighed, before pausing a beat and then wrinkling his nose. "Actually, not that hard I suppose, the answer's always going to be ice cream. Ice cream's lovely. ...I'll have a white Russian."

From:

kersen

"Done," Kersen said, and brought him to the bar.

"A white russian for my friend please," he said with a smile at Tabitha. "And white wine for myself." White, so she definitely knew not to put blood in it. He didn't know how Winter might react to that.

From:

winter_wisp

"You drink wine?" Winter asked, looking surprised. "I thought vampires only drank blood."

From:

kersen

"There are different breeds of vampires," Kersen said. "Eric and I are different. I can drink alcohol, it'll even get me drunk. Small mercies, hmm?"

From:

winter_wisp

"I get drunk on cream," the pixie whispered, grinning impishly. "Booze too, but cream is best. ...If you are different then Eric though, are you not kin? I am not like my brother, fae willy, but we are still kin, even though I am pixie and he is Daoine Sidhe."

From:

kersen

"You get drunk on cream?" Kersen laughed. "Well. I guess the white russian makes a lot of sense, but not too many of them, hmm?"

Tabitha pushed both drinks across the bar to them, and Kersen added, "We're not exactly kin, no. Vampires are connected to their makers and progeny. Eric and I come from very different lines."