[Closed] Steel to my tremblin' lips

[dirtyredneck]

How did the night ever get like this? (May 11; Full Moon; for Fun Ghoul)
He wasn't trying to make it a habit to be out in the parks wolves liked to frequent during the full moon, but this one was close to home and he'd thought it was safe. Turns out a certain pup didn't get the unwritten memo and had decided to come sniffing around.

In Daryl's territory.

Letting out a low growl, Daryl approached the wolf - on the ground this time - attempting to warn him off from going any deeper into the scattered woods. This place was his hunting grounds and very much off limits.


One shot and the whiskey goes down, down, down (May 15; for Jean-Claude)
Guilty Pleasures still made him nervous to go to. Still too many bodies on display in ways his brother would have been hootin' and hollerin' about. Still too few places to slink off and be left alone at without having a perfectly good view of the stage. Sure, he knew that was the point, but that didn't stop it from making his fur stand on end. And of course there was Jean-Claude.

Jean-Claude and his office where the door could be shut and they'd be the only two people in the room. Just him and the vampire who always looked like his clothes had to be poured onto him with how tight they were. Well, mostly the pants. But that was enough.

Jean-Claude who smiled at him and looked at him like he was worth looking at. Jean-Claude who he didn't know if he was just another conquest to toy around with or not. And him. Daryl. Not sure if that was enough of a turn off not to try and go for it.

Also not the reason he came all this way.

Daryl took a deep breath and when the office door was opened for him, squared his shoulders and entered with head high. Like he wasn't walking into a snake's nest and could be bit at any time. Even if the biting would come from an awfully nice mouth he'd had far too many dreams about doing things it really shouldn't be.

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[baisant]

Jean-Claude offers the other man a smile, indulging him on taking his time on entering the office as he does. He can be patient -- he is a vampire after all. He has all the time in the world to wait. He has demonstrated this already, has he not? At least Daryl is inside his office with the door shut behind him, now. Progress, he thinks to himself, as he continues to smile at the other man.

"Oui," he replies, "they have been rather troublesome of late, have they not?" He gestures to a chair across the desk from him. "Would you like a seat? Or perhaps we might make ourselves more comfortable?" He tilts his head towards the sofa across the office, raising an eyebrow at the other man inquisitively. Does he enjoy the fact that he can get such a rise out of Daryl as this? Immensely, but it is an enjoyment built out of fondness for the other man, make no mistake.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl's eyes darted between the couch and the chair and in the next moment he was striding to the chair. He needed his head clear and sitting pressed in close to Jean-Claude on the sofa was in no way conducive to that. Sitting across from him wasn't a lot better, but at least there wasn't any potential physical contact to get at him.

"I'm good here," he said, nodding a little too much in his haste. "Was actually somethin' I wanted ta talk ta ya about."

His accent thickening wasn't on purpose. It just happened when he got nervous.

[baisant]

Jean-Claude is a little disappointed that he cannot be closer to the other man, but he supposes he must be understanding of his hesitance. He offers him a simple smile and a slight nod before sitting back in the chair behind his desk and moving to lean his chin on his hand to cock his head at Daryl inquisitively.

"Something to talk to me about which has brought you out of your hiding? I am all ears." Now he might be taking the piss a little. It is sad, that the only thing to bring Daryl back to him should be business.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl's nerves were more on display than they had been in a long time. And all of it had to do with the man behind the desk. This should have been easy. Step in, ask for a favor, step out. Instead it felt like he was talking to a grand jury with his freedom on the line.

"Came ta ask ya about returnin' that favor I did ya with the asshole." His words were a little slower than normal, clearly trying to figure out how to best put this. "Need some help with an asshole of my own."

[baisant]

Jean-Claude cocks his head at Daryl, studying his expression as he speaks. An asshole of his own, is it? "I welcome the chance to help repay you for your aide, mon ami," he replies. "Though you understand that I must be cautious. I need more information on what exactly it is that I am agreeing to. Who is this 'asshole' you speak of, and what exactly are you proposing?"

For it is sadly not what he would have wished to have brought Daryl back through his doors.

[dirtyredneck]

"Daybreak," he said straightforward. That much was easy to get out. "The Center of theirs. It's an eyesore and should be shut down. Only a couple ways to do that." He sucked in a deep breath and leaned forward, trying to get into the mind of all business and push the distraction of Jean-Claude away from his thoughts.

"They ain't done nothin' for no one in Richmond for over a year and they decide it's the perfect spot to put that thing? Uh un. Gonna take the district. Need... want yer help to do it."

[baisant]

Jean-Claude's lips quirk at the sudden change of word choice that the other man employs. Want, not need. Now that is more like it, he decides.

"You want our help to do it?" he asks. "My help?" For he is under no illusions -- it is him personally that Daryl came to speak to after all. He leans forward onto his desk, propping his chin on his hand as he does so. "You ask a great deal of me, you realize, mon ami. Samantha will not be well pleased. Not only with you for making such a choice to take her territory, but also with me, for taking your side against her."