Now we're bound to linger on (May Catch-All)

[kleptofaeniac]

1. Guilty Pleasures
"Welcome to Guilty Pleasures!"

Kenzi wasn't going to slap some cheesy tagline on the greeting like she should, she wasn't in the mood to be anything more than fake-chipper like a fast-food register worker: disdainful but faking it anyway. She wasn't hungry, thank God. She'd learned that showing up to the club with a hankering for some Type O would lead to bad things.

Like almost eating someone in the club bathroom.

Yeah, that wasn't the smartest thing to do. Not that she'd admit that out loud.

"Drink, Private room?"

She'd just do her job - ugh- and get through the night. Without a drink. Fuck.


2. Bloodfest
Maybe it was the fact that she'd been eating as little as possible because she wanted to pretend she was still human. Maybe it was the scent of blood so thick in the air she could practically taste it. Maybe she just wasn't equipped with the self-control to be a vampire.

Maybe she wanted to just give into the animal instinct to hunt and kill that she still wasn't used to.

Whatever it was, the first night of the Bloodfest Millicent sanctioned was going to get a little more bloody.

As she walked out of the latest bar with Nancy by her side, Kenzi's smile faded in increments as she began to feel....rather strange. Like something was pushing at her head from behind.

"Oh, fudgecicles. I think I'm gonna be sick again," is all she gets out before she makes a beeline for the alley just on the other side of the bar. She isn't sure if she's going to hurl or not but...well. This was too weird for this not to be sickness and it was getting worse quickly.


3. Wildcard
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[baisant]

Jean-Claude leads her aside and into the employee's only section of the club. Though he does not go so far as to take her into his office -- such a gesture would be perhaps misconstrued, given the tension in the air this evening. So he stops once he understands they are mostly out of earshot of the rest and turns to Kenzi, his dark blue eyes grave and piercing.

"One of our dancers has gone missing," he says, without preamble. As is his way sometimes. Sometimes all theatrics and misdirection and sometimes preferring to keep things straight to business.

[kleptofaeniac]

"What?! Who?!"

Kenzi was a little less chill about this than Jean-Claude was. Or at least, seemed to be. Her own icy colored eyes widened in shock and perhaps even protectiveness?

She tried to do a mental headcount of everyone here tonight and ...everyone who was scheduled to work seemed to be present from her memory.

[baisant]

Oh, most definitely 'seems'. He is far less chill about it than he is letting on, but most of what he is feeling is guilt for the fact that this is his fault, and that is not something that he would let show to others, definitely not.

"Cherry," he replies, and he knows that she worked that night. He knows that she knows that she was his 'Millicent', even if it might take a few moments, even if she might not make the connection at first. She will. She was right, after all. Having a Millicent dancer was risky. But Jean-Claude had been willing to play the game. And this is the cost. "She's been gone since yesterday."

[kleptofaeniac]

"Oh cheesebiscuts."

Kenzi usually swore colorfully but apparently the idea of Millicent taking a dancer who insulted her just by doing her job was terrifying enough that she was scared out of that particular habit.

"We're gonna go find her right?"