Mauvaise Chance, Apartment #...uh. Zero. Sunday Evening.

[needsaparrot]

Oh yeah. This was seriously more like it. Big empty place, plenty of sun-free rooms, machine that spits out whatever kind of food you ask for, and since he'd woken up to a familiar form all snuggled up in one of the beds with him, somebody to share it with.

He'd been out right after sunset to make a few arrangements, but now he was back with that somebody, waiting around for the fun to start. "I love how you always manage to find me," he said to her with a long, narrow grin.

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[OOC: for willbedone and.... expected guests. NFB and wandering in a NWS direction.]

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[needsaparrot]

Mmm. Fangs. Lip-ring. Little pull. Juuuuust a little.

And a hand sliding down inside the waistband of somebody's jeans, yeah.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow, of course, was never shy about putting her hands in new places, especially if those places were extra blood-rich at the moment. It made for an amusing distraction as she went for the neck.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Distratcting as the hands were, Peter couldn't quite tune out the omgsharp teeth at his throat. He jerked back just a bit. "What the..."

[needsaparrot]

Xander looked up at the sound, and pulled away from the other boy when he saw that Willow had stopped what she was doing. "What, you wanna trade, baby?"

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter looked from Willow to Xander and back to Willow before pushing her off of him. "Kinky sex games, my ass," he exclaimed. "What the hell are you, people?"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow grinned, all fangs. "Oooo. It's fun when they fight."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"This entire town is insane," Street observes. "Let's get out of here!" he says to Peter, and then turns and runs like hell.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

The decision to follow Street was partially influenced by the roll of money already in Peter's pocket.

He darted around the girl and ran hard on Street's heel through a broken glass door and out onto the patio.

After that, they didn't stop running until they were safely locked in the room Street's trick had so kindly given the passcode for.

[needsaparrot]

Xander started to give chase, because hey, it's fun when they run, too -- but asdjhgsjkdgsjdglk pile of machinery on the living room floor sent him sprawling, watching Willow head after them into the night.

By the time he righted himself, rubbed at his aching shin and realized he'd lost another pile of cash - and this one a hell of a lot bigger - along with the live meals, he was in no mood to go hunting. Didn't stop him hoping she tracked them down and brought them back, though.

Because then there would be another kind of fun entirely.

Xander ordered himself another glass of much less satisfying blood from the machine, flopped down on the couch, grabbed the remote for the television, and settled in to wait for Willow's return.