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The Half Moon Club (EvelynWillows x Collector of Rarities)

Carla growled, a purely animal sound. Fortunately, the noise of the club drowned her out to all but the most sensitive ears, but that didn't stop Carla from desperately wanting to smash Victoria's face into the bar until she no longer had a face. She'd moved to Boston to get away from her, Europe was her usual stomping ground, but it seemed that Victoria was determined to continue making Carla's life hell. And the worst part was, Carla couldn't do anything to Victoria here.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself; Freddy wasn't in any danger from Victoria. He was gay, so she wouldn't try and feed off of him unless she decided to just attack him in the alley, which seemed unlikely. Vampires couldn't risk going after high-profile targets: especially those who held jobs during the day. It was why no vampire had ever turned a president or a prime minister: it wouldn't do to have them bursting into flames. Once upon a time, vampires and werewolves would turn kings and warlords, but that time had long since passed. In the modern world, low-profile was the way to survive. And it was for that very reason that Carla hadn't sprinted across the room and started pummeling Victoria.

This did not, however, mean that she was going to let her go about her business idly. Carla kept her distance, but stayed close enough to Victoria that she could move if she tried something the wolf didn't like. She was just looking for an excuse to get a few good punches in before tossing her out.
 
"Hello," crooned Victoria through glossed lips. Her delicate, slim fingers fit into Joe's rough hands easily as he reached out to greet her. "So, you're the one Freddy's always daydreaming about in the office. He says you really know how to handle your meat."

Joe grinned. "I think he's giving me too much credit." He held her hand a moment longer than was normally polite, melting into her eyes. "It's always good to meet a friend of Fred's."

"She es not jus' a friend, Joey! She es a pahrtner! She's practic'ly mahreed to me now. Ha!" He swayed his hips. "Eet's jus' the five ov us, yes? Five pahrtners in ze company and she's the leetle sister."

"Well, you've got a cute little sister," Joe flirted. His eyes automatically darted down to her left hand to check for rings. None. Check.

Victoria didn't miss the check he gave her. She could smell an odd scent though, one she had thought was behind her. Her eyes darted around the club, looking for the source of the offending odor. "Well, cute maintenance guy Joe; why don't you take cute little sister here out on the dance floor, hmm? Show me a spin or two?"

Joe smiled and shrugged.

"Go on!" Freddy urged, smacking Joe on the ass. "Go, 'ave fun! Maybe get some something-something later, eh?" He winked at Victoria. "Yew be good to mah Joey, y'hear? He served 'es country; he deserves a break today." He grinned at the McDonald's joke. Then he threw in a Burger King reference. "He should 'ave et 'es way too Vicki! Be nice t' our hero, hear?"

Victoria took Joe by the hand and began to lead him out to the dance floor. "Don't worry Frederico; your friend is in good hands."
 
Carla would not let this stand; she'd tolerate Victoria's presence in the club because it was neutral ground, but she would not let her harm Joe. She liked Joe, and it looked like Victoria liked him as well, which was a problem for Carla because she'd seen what happened to the humans that Victoria liked. She put herself on an intercept course with Joe and Victoria, getting to them before they reached the dance floor.

"Hello, Victoria," she said, putting on an obviously false grin. "I hope you don't mind if I borrow Joe here for a moment? It's security business; I'm sure you'll understand." She grabbed Joe's other arm and looked him dead in the eye. There was no playfulness in her gaze like there had been previously; Carla's eyes were serious and full of concern, and it was obvious that that concern was directed at Joe. "Joe, this is urgent. I need to talk to you now."
 
"Sure," Joe said, a hint of worry in his eyes. He turned to Victoria. "I'll be right back," he said.

She smiled sweetly at Carla. "Darling! It's been a long time. Feels like a hundred years." She leaned against a rail and watched them walk off. Joe was just interesting until now; the friend of her business partner and obviously off limits to drain more than half way.

Joe walked with Carla, expecting to hear about some security breech or suicide found in the bathroom. "What's up Carla?" He asked. his look was concerned. "Did something happen that I need to know about?"
 
"Yes," she said, glancing back in Victoria's direction. "That woman is dangerous. And I do not mean in the fun, sexy way: I mean in the "you could end up dead or in the hospital" kind of way. I don't care what Freddy says about her: I've known her longer than him. She's all charms and smiles at first, but then her fangs come out and people get seriously hurt. And do not fall for the "that's all behind me now" speech," she took a deep breath and lowered her head, drawing on unpleasant memories of her encounters with the woman and the people she'd been unable to save from her fangs. "She's hurt me and people I've cared about with that one." She looked back up at Joe, her eyes hard and urgent again. "You seem like a good person, Joe, and if it were any other person in the club that she was after, I'd let her go and figure out something later. But she's here now and she's after you and I don't want you getting hurt. You're the closest thing I have to a friend right now."

She gave him a moment to let her words sink in. She hoped that he didn't think she was crazy and brush her off. The one thing she had going for her was that Victoria had acknowledged her; in that simple "Darling!", she'd admitted that she had a history with Carla, which lended credence to her story. Hopefully Joe was smart enough to take the warning.
 
Joe drew in a slow breath. He could tell that she was dead serious, and that alone was enough to make him wary of Victoria. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind," he said, "but she is Freddy's business partner. I can't just blow her off," he protested. It wouldn't be fair to Freddy."

He gave Carla a small smile. "I appreciate the concern, really I do. I'm not going to go home with her or anything; just dance with her. Okay? I promise." He took her by the hand and gave it a quick kiss. "If she's hurt you then that's enough of a reason not to get involved with her. But I have to consider Freddy too. He helped me out a lot when I first moved to Boston. I don't know what I would have done without him when I got here."

The club DJ announced that the bar was going to stop serving alcoholic drinks in half an hour, and that the club was closing in an hour. Joe looked at Carla and grinned. "How much trouble can I get into in an hour?"
 
Carla pulled out her phone and pulled up the audio recorder again. "I want you to speak into this," she said, her face still dead serious. "I want you to say "I want you, Carla Winter, to stop me in case I, Joe... umm... whatever your last name is, try to leave with Victoria Garrett." She's incredibly persuasive; this way, I have some thing to protect me in case I need to step in."

She waited for Joe's response. She was in a very difficult position here: she wanted to keep this job, but she also wanted to keep Joe safe. It had been a while since she'd had a chance to have friends, Victoria had seen to that. She'd been alone so long that she'd convinced herself it was better to live with no ties at all. But something had changed when she had applied for the job; Joe had told her to list emergency contacts and next of kin, and she'd been flippant about how she had none. Once upon a time, she'd had friends all over the world, but they'd all either died or she'd broken off contact with them for their own safety. Some of them were probably still alive today, albeit much older now, but she could never go to them in such a young body. Besides, she'd been very harsh when she'd severed ties with them: she'd wanted to make sure that they'd never want to see her again. It was the only way to keep them safe.

If it hadn't been for Joe, Carla might have broken off a chair leg and shoved it through Victoria's chest out in public; let everyone see the bitch for the monster she was. But then she'd have had to leave, and she'd have had to become a murderer in Joe's eyes, and for some reason she couldn't really explain, she cared about what Joe thought of her.

"Please," she said, her eyes softening into worry. "I don't want to lose anyone else to her."
 
Joe chuckled. "Alright, if it would make you feel better," he agreed. He put his hand over hers as she held the phone. His hand was strong and large, slightly calloused. If Carla were to look she'd see that his fingertips were tougher on the tips than along the length of them. "I, Joe Morgan, want you, Carla Winter..." his eyes faltered for a moment.

An echo of the past came to him.

I, Joseph Andrew Morgan, take you, Veronica Lynn Jones, as my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in riches and in poorness, through good times and the bad, for as long as we both shall live, amen...

He cleared his throat. "I want you to stop me if I try to leave with Victoria Garrett tonight. Okay? You have my permission to stop me." he let go of her hand and grinned. "And if you want to take me home instead, then we'll negotiate."

Victoria was leaning against a wall, watching them intently. She smiled smugly at Carla and gave Joe a wave.

"But I did agree to a dance." He shrugged. "You'll keep me from being ripped apart on the dance floor, right?"
 
Carla blushed a bit as Joe mentioned a possibility of him going home with her. She hadn't been expecting that: he'd made it fairly clear that he wasn't interested in her, so the flirtation had surprised her. It was not, however, unwelcome. Joe was a very attractive man, that much she'd seen earlier that day, but he could also cook and was fun to talk to. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't interested.

"What about "I don't date coworkers"?" she teased, her blush fading. "If you're interested, I wouldn't mind talking once Victoria leaves." She paused and brushed her fingers across the back of Joe's hand. "And Joe? Thanks for listening to me. Most people would have called me crazy and stormed off." She sighed and nodded when he said that he'd promised Victoria a dance. She wished that she could have taken that dance with him instead, but shew was on the clock, so it didn't look like it was going to happen. "Sure," she said, stepping back. "And if you ever feel like dancing with me, I'll see what I can do to convince Garth to give me a few minutes off. You should see my puppy-dog eyes."

As Joe headed back to the dance floor, Carla followed him about ten feet off to the side. She had his scent now and she'd never forget Victoria's scent either. If she tried to abduct him, she'd be able to follow. Carla had honestly hoped that Boston would have been a fresh start for her: a place to put down some roots, make a bit of a name for herself and generally live comfortably. In particular, she'd hoped that it would have gotten her away from Victoria, but it seemed that fate had different plans for her. In all honesty, until Victoria had shown up again, she'd given up hating the leech; after all of the pain and suffering that had passed between them, she'd hoped to just move on and never see her again. She'd given up on revenge fantasies and getting back: she just wanted to move on with her life. Even now that Victoria was here, Carla didn't really want to kill her, although the idea sprung to mind when her adrenaline was flowing: she just wanted to protect the new life she was trying to make for herself from Garrett.
 
"Who said anything about dating," Joe replied. He gave her a wink before moving away to join the vampire on the dance floor.

Next to Joe Victoria Garrett looked young and innocent; completely harmless. In reality she had done some blood-thirsty and ruthless things in her life. She had casually killed entire families in her quest for power. Right now, though, she simply looked like a young and confident attorney on the dance floor with a good-looking man.

The dance went without a hitch, though Joe was lying when he said that he couldn't dance. Some of the things he was doing with Victoria on the dance floor was the closest you could get to artistic sex with your clothes on. In fact, Victoria found herself aroused by a human not for his blood, but for the way he touched her and looked into her eyes for the first time in many, many years. His gaze was direct; commanding, and it made her want to pull him into the alley and make him hers. She could feel Carla's presence, though, and worse ~ she could smell the egotistical mutt.

She leaned in and put her forehead against his chest as the music was ending. Her breath came in soft panting gasps, and her nipples were visibly erect underneath her expensive blouse. "We need to double date with Freddy," she suggested. Her small hand rested on his wrist, feeling his strong pulse charging through his body. "Maybe try a different version of this."

Joe gave her a crooked smile. He enjoyed the way she reacted on the dance floor as well. She had good reflexes and her body was athletic. He was a runner; he appreciated a healthy figure in a partner. "Maybe," he said without committing. "It was a good dance. Thank you."

"No, thank you." She smiled and then leaned in and kissed him, forcing him back a step with her assertiveness. Once she was done she licked her top lip with the tip of her pink tongue and then sashayed off, glancing back at Joe with a feral smile on her face.
 
Carla growled once more. The wolf in her was telling her to rip the vampire's throat out: her wolf seemed oddly possessive of Joe. She supposed it made sense: Bruce had mentioned something about Joe being family and, even if he wasn't born a wolf, there was just enough wolf in his blood to make him smell absolutely wonderful to Carla. Furthermore, the human part of her liked the fact that he hadn't been turned since it meant that he wouldn't get all alpha-male on her. Would that really be so bad, though? inquired a little voice in the back of her head. YES, Carla asserted. I don't want to become some... brood mother, churning out pups for him every nine months. That was her story and she was sticking to it. Still, maybe it was the loneliness talking, but being owned like that didn't sound as bad as Carla remembered it sounding. If nothing else, it'd give her a place to belong, which would be lovely after nearly a decade on her own.

Carla paid attention to Victoria's scent as it receded off into the club, but a good deal of her focus was on Joe and how absolutely delectable he smelled. Despite herself, her body was starting to grow aroused: she wanted Joe to dance like that with her, except maybe without any clothes in the way. If he was half as good in bed as he was on the dance floor, there would be no doubt in Carla's mind that she'd want him to do nasty things to her on a regular basis. She waited for Joe to come away from the dance floor, then walked up to him, her steps slow and sensual and her hips swaying seductively. There was lust in her eyes and she slowly licked her lips as she locked her gaze with Joe. "You were great out there," she purred. "You'll need to take me dancing sometime. Either that, or we could just go to my place and... dance... sometime."
 
The female attention wasn't unusual, but the intensity of it was. Joe was always a friendly flirt at the club. Heck, he was a friendly flirt everywhere, but he didn't tend to follow through on it.

Freddy cleared his throat. "Good luck vit that Miss Carla. He's all bark and no bite." The stylish man ran a hand through his hair. "He'll get to your place and start fixing your plumbing, but not 'your plumbing', if yew know vat I mean. He's a big tease." The Latino hottie closed down the bar and grinned at Carla. "Good meeting yew, chickie. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye sweatmeat," he said to Joe as he passed by. "Thank yew for yer help vit Kevin." He blew a kiss to Garth and walked out, his slim legs over-exaggerating the sway in his masculine hips.

Joe waved up at Bruce. "Going now, anything you need?"

Bruce shook his head, squeezing the cute girl at his side and grinning. "Going home alone again, kiddo? When are you going to get back on the market?" But his grandson shook his head and pulled his jacket back on.

"Goodnight," he said to Carla. "Maybe we'll talk about that dance sometime."
 
Carla followed Joe out the door into the hot summer night, catching his arm as he turned to leave. "Well, if you want to talk, take my phone number," she insisted. "Actually, it's probably best if you take it any way in case Victoria bothers you. She's been known to stalk people from time to time. Well, I've known her to do that anyways. If she continues to give you trouble, give me a call. Probably wouldn't hurt to call Bruce too, if things get really bad. And thanks again for believing me tonight; it's always nice to know that you've got someone in your corner."

Carla swapped numbers with Joe and was about to turn away when her wolf started growling at her. The wolf didn't want the night to end, nor did Carla for that matter, so she matched Joe's stride and wrapped both of her arms around his. "Well, it's late enough to be early," she said, her voice turning sultry once more, "what say you and I see if there's anywhere that's still serving drinks? I'd like to get to know you a bit better and everyone's more fun once they've got a drink or two in them." She grinned up at him. "And if you're feeling like a gentleman, I might just let you walk me home. My apartment's got air conditioning and it's so muggy out tonight..." She let her invitation trail off, leaving the rest to Joe's imagination. Sometimes it was more fun to let a man guess what she wanted to do with him or have done to her than to just come out and say it.
 
Joe exchanged numbers with Carla and keyed her into his phone. "You're not planning on sending me nude pictures of yourself are you? Because I like a little mystery; give me something to wonder after," he teased. He nodded at her thanks. "I have no reason to doubt anything you say, Carla Winters. As long as you never lie to me I never will, will I?"

It was nice when she wrapped her arms around his as he was walking to his car. "Ah... a drink within walking distance? Well, it's after 2," he pointed out, "the laws here don't let anyone sell alcohol between two and six. But if you want..." He grinned a bit at her mention of air conditioning. "Maybe we could skip the drinks and I can walk you home. Or drive you, if you don't mind an old beater car with no AC." He ran one hand over hers and smiled. "This is a nice change from not showing me your tits this morning."
 
"I offered to let you cop a feel," said Carla. "You've got no one to blame but yourself for not taking me up on it." She leaned her head against his shoulder and smiled up at him. "Probably best if we take the car: it'd take about an hour to walk. I need to take the T and a bus to get here from my apartment. And if you play your cards right, I might just let you stay for a drink."

Carla slid into the passenger seat and gave Joe a frank look. "You're going to learn one thing about me very quickly, Joe; I am incredibly blunt. Dishonesty really isn't my thing. There are some things I'm not going to be able to tell you, but if those come up, I'll just tell you that I can't tell you." She gave him a playful smirk. "A girl's got to have some secrets, after all. Still, stick around for a while, get to know me better, and I might start opening up to you."

In truth, Carla needed to figure out a way to explain her past to Joe without sounding suspicious. She doubted that Bruce would appreciate it if she just came out and told Joe that she was a werewolf. In fact, there was a chance that he'd try to kill her for doing that. Different regions had different rules for exposing the supernatural; vampires didn't like it at all, since it made it easier for them to feed if no one believed in them, but most European lycanthropes were fairly lax about letting close friends know about one's condition. Carla hadn't been in America since she was 60 and had never actually been to the east coast, so she didn't know what the local traditions were regarding that sort of thing. In fact, if experience taught her anything, the rules could sometimes vary state-to-state. The fact that Bruce hadn't told Joe told Carla something, though, so she wouldn't be revealing her condition lightly.

Carla gave Joe directions as they drove, pointing out a few of her favorite restaurants and hangouts, including her gym, which was a fifteen minute jog from her apartment. Finally, they arrived at her apartment building. "So," she purred, "are you just going to walk me to the door or are you going to come in?"
 
He could hear his grandfather asking him when he was going to get back on the market. It had been nearly five years since he had gotten divorced. In that time he went out a handful of times, but usually it went no where. It just didn't feel 'right'. Here was a beautiful, young woman, though, practically telling him that she wanted to do more than just share a drink with him.

Joe turned off the engine. "Let's see how it goes," he answered cryptically. "Might depend on what's waiting on the other side of the door." He grinned and hopped out, coming around to close Carla's door for her. "You know," he said, "some of us really like doing things like opening doors for ladies. It makes us feel needed, you know. Nowadays with Duracel and Energizer there's not much that a woman needs a man for." He locked the door and followed Carla to her apartment. Luckily it was late and the street parking was free until 8am. As long as he was gone by then he wouldn't be towed.
 
Carla was surprised when Joe opened the door for her but pleasantly so. It had been a long time since anyone had showed her such courtesy and chivalry seemed to be an art lost entirely on the youth of today. She had to suppress a giggle; she looked much like a college student, but she was old enough to be Joe's great grandmother. To thank Joe for the gesture, she took his arm like a proper lady and allowed him to walk her to her door.

"I know what you mean about feeling needed," she said, a little forlorn as they walked up the steps to her apartment building. "You won't have to worry about boyfriends, girlfriends or roommates, if that's what you meant earlier: no emergency contacts, remember? Or are you worried that I'm some sort of serial killer? Because if that's the case, I'm not sure there's anything I can say to put your mind at ease." She fumbled in her pocket for her keys, leaning against Joe as she did. Joe had a nice bit of muscle tone to him, but Carla already knew that from seeing him shirtless. She wouldn't mind getting to see more of Joe, but she wasn't about to sexually assault him either: he was the first friend she'd had in twenty years and she really didn't want to ruin the chance at befriending him. She'd let Joe set the pace for the night, and it would be a happy coincidence if things started heading towards sex.

"Trust me, though," she said, yanking her keys from her pocket and unlocking her front door, "a vibrator might tide you over for a while, but it gets boring after a while. I mean, at the end of the day, it's just a cold piece of plastic you shove up your cunt and switch on. A girl needs the real thing sometimes, you know? Also, you can't cuddle with a vibrator either, so that's certainly a design flaw."

She lead Joe up the stairs to her third floor loft. The entire space was one large room, with the exception of a walled-off bathroom. It was obvious that Carla wasn't the tidiest of people, but the apartment wasn't a mess either. If she actually put some effort into cleaning, she could likely tidy the place up in just under an hour. If Joe hadn't known that the place belonged to Carla, he might have thought it was a bachelor pad: the presence of several video game consoles and a rather expensive-looking home theatre setup would have indicated to most people that a man, not a young woman, lived here.

"Well, this is home sweet home," she said, letting go of Joe's arm and making a grand, sweeping gesture. She gave Joe a bit of time to take everything in before saying, "So, want to stay for a bit or are you planning to head back home soon?"
 
Joe waited for Carla to get her keys, and he wondered how a semi-famous MMA star could have no friends and no family around. The apartment was in a nice part of town; not as nice as Freddy's, but not poor either. It was evident that she couldn't afford the flat on her security guard salary, so he assumed that she stashed a bit away from her competition days.

"I don't really know how cuddly a vibrator gets," he admitted, "but yeah - a real person's nice to be around." He liked that she took the stairs and not the lift; it was nice to find people who enjoyed a bit of exercise in their day. He couldn't help but watch her as she walked in front of him. Carla had a nice shape to her; feminine and strong at the same time. He decided that he liked letting her lead the way; the view was much nicer.

Once they reached her apartment he walked around and looked out the windows, noting the views of the city that she had. "Nice," he said. "I think I'll stay a bit, unless you're tired." He walked over to where she was standing. "You mentioned maybe having a drink?" He smiled as he slid his jacket off and laid it over the back of the couch. "You're not movie fan, are you? How would cuddling on the couch and watching a movie sound to you...or did you have something a bit more energetic in mind?"
 
"I think, Mr. Morgan," purred Carla as she stepped forward, taking Joe's hands and placing them on her hips (although they were more than welcome to venture elsewhere) while she pressed her chest against his abdomen, "that you're all alone in an apartment with a girl who's willing to listen to whatever you have in mind for the night." Carla had been breathing in Joe's scent all night and it was starting to addle her thoughts a bit. It certainly helped that she'd seen what he could do on the dance floor and that he'd also believed her when she said that Victoria was dangerous. She wanted nothing more than for Joe to take charge, hopefully taking her in the process. "For your information," she continued, "I love movies and I'm also a multi-tasker; I don't see why we have to be limited to one thing at a time. You're also welcome to stay over, if you'd rather take your time." A grin spread across her face. "I've only got the one bed, though."
 
Hands on the hips. That was certainly an invitation. He ran his hands over her curves and brought her body up tight next to his. "To whatever I have in mind? That's a long leash," he teased. "What happens if I think that you are giving me more permissions then you intended?" He reached down for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, over her head. He quickly followed that with picking her up and having her wrap her legs around his hips as he took her to where the back of her couch was. He set her down on the back of the couch
and began to kiss her slowly. Gradually the kiss got deeper as his hands roamed over her ass and up her back to where the bra clasp was.

His kisses traveled over to her ear and then slowly down her neck as he undid her bra. It was just a moment later when his hands traveled to her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her pert nipples and his mouth kissing and licking at the side of her neck.
 
Oh, it felt so good to have Joe's hands running along her body. He didn't even need to pick her up once her shirt was off: at the slightest indication that he wanted her legs wrapped around him, Carla jumped up and did just that. She couldn't help but grin fiercely at his taunt. "Well, maybe I like a little danger in my sex," she said as he settled her down on the back of the couch. "But, if it makes you feel any better, I could easily overpower you if I think you're going too far. Or you could just give me a safe word if you're feeling like getting really dirty."

Normally, Carla would have balked at the idea of someone biting her neck; her wolf was fiercely dominant and neck biting was how wolves established dominance. However, for once, Carla and her wolf both agreed that submitting to Joe sounded like a lot of fun. She let her head loll to one side, baring her neck to Joe in a sign of submission, hoping that the kisses would turn into something a bit more possessive. At the same time, her legs pulled Joe closer as she ground her hips against his, giving him a bit of stimulation through the fabric. She began breathing slightly harder as he began teasing her breasts and nipples, the latter of which turned rosy, in contrast to her slightly pale skin, and the former of which filled Joe's hands. She wanted Joe badly and she didn't particularly care how she had him or, if he was feeling particularly dominant, how he had her.

"Nice start," she teased, panting slightly from arousal, "but I'm still not convinced you're not all bark and no bight like Freddy said. I want you to show me some of those dance moves I saw back at the club."
 
He nearly growled when she ground up against him. He found himself biting at her neck and grabbing her a bit more roughly then he might normally do, even with a familiar lover. Joe chuckled and shook his head when Carla mentioned Freddy. "You want to dance? Well then, let's put on some music." He grinned and pulled her off the couch and into his arms, then sent her off towards the sound system with a smack on her ass.

"Damn, woman. Did you slip me something?" He drew in deep, cool breaths though his nose and watched her move across the room. He pulled out his phone and tossed it and his keys on her side table and then following her. He made a casual scan around her kitchen for something to drink. It wasn't necessarily something alcoholic to drink he wanted, but something to quench the thirst that came over him.
 
There was nothing on the kitchen counters, but one of the cabinets was half-open revealing a box of root beers in glass bottles and a plastic bottle of unopened V8 Fusion strawberry and banana juice. There were likely more drinks in the fridge as well.

Carla chuckled when Joe asked her if she'd slipped him something. "Yes," she said, sarcastically. "I did it with my telekinesis. If you'll remember, I haven't actually given you anything to eat or drink today. If someone slipped you anything, it most certainly wasn't me." She grinned. "Besides, I don't have to use drugs to get men interested in me: I use a combination of raw charisma and a killer body to do that." She picked up her iPod, which was plugged into the stereo, and began flipping through music. "Do you want something you'd hear in a club or something else? I've got a lot of stuff on here from a bunch of different genres. Also, I hope you don't mind if I keep the music quiet: I'd hate for us to be interrupted by a noise complaint. Of course, how loud I get tonight is entirely up to you."
 
"God," he said, sliding up behind her when she teased him about her telekinesis. "You can really be a bitch, can't you?" He looked over her shoulder at her ipod and sighed. "Borrowed music," he teased. "Do you have a playlist called 'for fucking' in there? You know; a black version that goes about an hour, a white version that's about twenty seconds, and a 'Joe" version that continually loops?" He grinned. "I know, I'm much too modest, aren't I?"

Once she chose some music he poured himself a glass of half water and half juice and offered to pour something for Carla as well. He expected her to want a wine cooler or something else 'girly', but he didn't check in the fridge yet to see what was in there.
 
Carla stuck out her tongue at Joe when he teased her about her iPod. "Well, what do you listen to music on?" she teased back. "Cassette tapes? Your car's certainly old enough for it." She thumbed through her playlists, finally settling on Blood Sugar by Pendulum. She adjusted the volume on the speakers so that it could be clearly heard in the apartment, but wouldn't bother her downstairs neighbors. She paused for a moment when he offered her a drink. Joe wasn't drinking alcohol, so she decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to drink any either: at least not until he asked for it. She didn't keep much alcohol in the house; she had a bottle of scotch and a bottle of champagne in the fridge. She had the scotch for when she wanted to feel a buzz and the champagne on the off chance that she had something to celebrate.

"I'll take a root beer for now," she said. "Right now doesn't seem like the best time to start drinking scotch. Unless you want some? I always feel weird drinking alcohol when no one else is."
 
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