ᴛʜᴇ ᴅaɴɢeʀ ɪs I'ᴍ ᴅaɴɢeʀoᴜs. aɴᴅ I ᴍiɢʜᴛ ᴊusᴛ ᴛeaʀ ʏou aᴘaʀᴛ.

[vampiracy]

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Nᴀɴᴄʏ.

He promised the girl a night out, and the night out he's going to give. He's arguably a bit late in keeping up with his promise, yet Killian isn't always known for his promptness. There were things that required his attention at the Nest, after his long stay away, and now it's a matter of putting all ducks in a row again. There's unrest about all the territories being siezed around them, but for all the whispers about it, Hook cares little for it. As long as the wolves don't accumulate much more land, he hopes to stay out of it. He likely won't be that lucky.

Perhaps this will be a welcome distraction for him as well as Nancy. He'd picked her up like a proper gentleman, and food had gone first — he may not eat much anymore, but he'd made sure to do it well for her sake — and now they're off to the second part of their adventure. It's not far a walk, so he suggested they do that, though that's perhaps hard on the poor girl's feet.

"If you can guess what's next I might have to give you a prize," he teases her with what is very nearly a grin. She's been a bit odd tonight, he has to say, yet it's been some time he spent time with someone he's genuinely fond of. Probably because he is not genuinely fond of many.

ᴛʜᴇ Jᴏʟʟʏ Rᴏɢᴇʀ. ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )

Hook is nearly always at his pub by night, though not always in the front. He'll invite certain people to the back room — generally vampires, who are welcome to have a little blood with their alcohol thanks to the fangbangers that are friendly with the nest, but not necessarily just them. The only rule is no fighting on the premises, and if you break the rules you're not likely to stay long.

If Killian isn't found in the bar itself, he's probably in his office. At times working on problems for the nest. And if you're really lucky, you might spot him in the company of a small, precocious grey kitten. She has a bed in the corner but she always sleeps in the most inconvenient place imaginable.

ᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ Lᴏɴᴅᴏɴ. ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )

It doesn't matter how long it's been since his epic, sea-faring adventures; the pirate will always exist in him, and that means that he spends a lot of time by the water when he's landlocked to London. He is often there close to evening, wishing for the city lights to be a little dimmer so he can catch a glimpse at the stars, but sometimes he's there during the day.

He even takes on odd jobs aboard on occasion, when he misses being out on the water enough. It's not that he doesn't have his own boats, he just misses the sensation of working on a crew. If you spot him, don't expect him to stop until the day's work is done.

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[vampiracy]

It was hard to maintain a businesslike air when he was talking about a wicked kitten, anyway. Pixie curled deeper into her mess, completely uncaring of the conversation going on over her head, seeing as it wasn't disrupting her nap. Hook would never agree that he was the source of Pixie's wickedness... Tink might have fancied herself innocent, but there was a great deal of wickedness hidden behind those green eyes, and she rarely bothered to hide it.

"When have I helped you?" Tink didn't seem to mind that he was supposedly in here working (technically, he was just in his office to avoid the noise of the pub), perching on his desk just barely close enough to be distracting. No, that wasn't true — she'd been distracting all the way across the room. He reached over to draw her in front of him instead, palms sliding up her thighs as he noted, "I've helped you in very satisfying ways for practical lifetimes, sweetheart. Did you need a reminder?" Because he'd be happy to show her here on the desk if she'd really forgotten... oh, right. What was he up to tonight. He was supposed to be doing something. "Just some expense reports. I think someone might be stealing my liquor." The irony was not lost on him.

[trybelieving]

Oh, it wasn't that they didn't know how to satisfy each other. She'd give him that if he needed confirmation, but the way they satisfied each other was a problem in and of itself. No self-respecting fairy should've wanted that particular type of satisfaction from a vampire. That she cared for him and him alone was the type of secret she was happy to hold on to; she cared about her court, and her kind. It was just that, when lines were drawn, Tink viewed every species in existence with equal importance. He was no better or worse than her for being a vampire, even if she missed the days when her head against his chest allowed her the opportunity to hear a heartbeat.

He still had a heart, and she liked to think that it worked just fine when it mattered. Hearing that someone was stealing his liquor, and the inevitable consequences of it, wouldn't inspire it to work, unfortunately. "How dare they," she teased softly, pulling him to her with a gentle tug to wrinkle his shirt and bring him close enough to greet with a kiss. "Any idea who it might be?"

[vampiracy]

She was probably right that he didn't really help her where it mattered. He could please her, but the centuries they'd known each other, he'd never been able to give her much more than that. In fact, her connection to him hindered more than anything — sometimes he wondered why she risked it, considering there was little for her to gain from the time they spent together. Not exactly a delightful thought, but an impossible one to escape all the same when she was off in her own world and he was left in his. Two things that would never and could never intersect.

Pixie wasn't the only devious creature that liked to muss up his pristine black shirts. Still, considering what she was using the damage for, he didn't mind much. He slid closer to kiss her, letting his palms tighten at the soft lines of her upper thighs. He'd have been quite content to abandon conversation for her mouth (he pretty much always was), but her inquiry made him sigh and pull back to watch the electric green of her eyes. "Staff, likely. Someone clever enough to make it subtle." Only a bottle or two unaccounted for, but still more than enough to make him wonder. It wasn't that he didn't have the money to cover the brunt of the cost. It was more the principle of the matter. The pirate didn't think it very honorable for an employee to abscond with his stocks when he paid them well as it was.

[trybelieving]

Someone who wouldn't be on his payroll much longer. She nodded, wrapping her arms around him to pull him into the warmth of an embrace. It wasn't what he wanted at the moment, but Killian knew she never made it easy for him to get what he was after with her. If she wanted to hold him, she'd start there and decide what else she was in the mood for as they went along. "You could speak to all of them. Tell them that you're aware something is going on, give whoever it is a chance to stop." That was the way she would do it, but pirates weren't much for second chances. Tink, on the other hand, couldn't find it in herself to deny others what she'd needed not so long ago.

"Unless you rule with fear, then I suppose you have other plans." Ones she wouldn't like, but it wasn't her business. It had taken her a while to learn how to separate her beliefs from his, yet she couldn't fault him for surviving the best way he knew how. She just thought that, more often than not, he made things more difficult than he had to. "I'll try to stay out of those," she assured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

[vampiracy]

He did have a tendency to escalate whenever Tink was concerned. She'd certainly noticed that in all the years they'd spent together, and adopted her own ways to curb him. He was greedy whenever he had her within reach, as if he could take enough to be satisfied enough to not miss her presence when eventually she'd have to leave. He had yet to be satisfied, but he kept on trying. Still, she curved her arms around him and that was hint enough, leading his reach around her instead. As greedy as he tended to be, he could be quite easily content just to hold her. Not that he'd admit it.

"There's a chance I could snuff it out by tighter control of the stocks," he murmured, but frankly, he'd rather find who was responsible and fire them than make it harder on all his other employees. Still, he watched her with idle curiosity. "I doubt that's what you came in here for, Lady. Did you need something?" She rarely asked anything of him, but she was about the only person he'd offer aide to without any strings or conditions. If only she'd take advantage of it.

[trybelieving]

"Do I have to need something?" Can't she want to spend her time in this realm with him? She doesn't like to interrupt him at work, but it didn't seem like she was interrupting much of anything. Someone stealing his liquor, with an easy fix in either direction. His business was more than it appeared, but she forced herself not to think about that. Worrying for his un-life wouldn't get her very far. Killian wouldn't have liked knowing that he occupied her thoughts in that way.

"Isn't it possible that I just wanted a drink?" And why drink in the bar when she can drink in his office, with the captain and their cat. She pressed her lips to his cheek, a gentler type of attention than he was searching for, but attention nonetheless. What he wanted would've attracted too much attention. They both knew that whenever they had to be quiet, Killian made it as much of a challenge as possible. "In case you've forgotten, you're running a bar."

[vampiracy]

Did she need to need something? No, he's just more or less accustomed to being wanted for what he can provide people. Tink doesn't want him for the same reasons his sire, the nest, or his employees do, yet she seems to want things all the same. Wanted the comfort of touch, though not necessarily a more carnal one. She seemed to want the understanding of someone who had known her long enough to see her at her best and her worst. He imagines there's something she gets out of her time with him, sometimes it's just hard to understand what.

"You'd think you'd get one of those from the bar, darling," he notes with a mutter of a chuckle, content enough to let talks of work fall by the wayside. It's a dull topic, even for him, it's just the annoyance of being stolen from that keeps him from forgetting about it. "Certainly not likely to find one perched on my desk." Seeing as his personal bar wasn't hidden in his desk, he wasn't quite that far gone.