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not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

Raising a brow slightly at him saying she didn't pay enough attention, it was probably because he hadn't taken the opportunity to approach her before. Then again, she rarely did venture to the bar unless she really, genuinely felt like it necessary, often escaping the confines of the club as soon as she could. It was an odd game she played when she went to the lub, enjoying the atmosphere and the dancing, but then the occasional group of people she could absolutely do without. Thus, her escaping the club at night. Feeling her back pressed against the smooth interior of the elevator, one of her hands gently grazed over his jawline, only to feel his lips pull away from hers to answer her question. She had figured that the security guard was like him, finding it all too simple to just have him walk in at this time of night and not really say too much between the two about it. Tatcon hadn't needed to explain a thing to the guard, and there seemed to be more than the usual amount of understanding between the two.

Consider that a portion of her being observant on the outside world. Or new environments anyway. The sound of the elevator arriving on the destined floor, her eyes ventured around him as he pulled her by the hand from the elevator, taking in the oddly extravagant sight of his office. Well, extravagantly simple that is. Boots clicking against the not quite marble flooring, Dulce found her hands settling on her hips gently, " Your office is a big old bore. " There was no color, and even though he had the gorgeous view of the night sky above him, there was still no way he could ever enjoy the sunlight of the room unless someone were to take a picture for him. " Tatty, why's your office so boring? " Understandable, he usually was never there for there to actually need to be any decorations, but that was no excuse, her pretty eyes now moving over to him as she stood by his desk.
 
Tat would place his hands on his hips when she commented that his office was particularly boring, looking from one end of the massive room to the other before looking up at the night sky for a moment, and finally back to her. A pause would be followed by a casual shrug, "I like it." He said plainly, taking a few steps until he was standing in front of her, hands now shifting to her hips as he directed her to sit on the edge of his desk.

"The reasoning is simple. I have to lead a nomadic life, so there is no point in me making something completely mine. I can only stay somewhere so long until people start to take note that I am not getting older, and those I have carefully manipulated to provide a barrier between me and the rest of the world will die eventually, and by then I must go." He continued, giving her hips a little squeeze and smirking to himself a bit as he looked down upon her.

"Such is the pain of being a vampire but still wanting to be part of the human world. It is a constantly shifting masquerade that keeps us safe, and most humans completely ignorant." He said, before leaning in and giving her a long kiss at the completion of his speech.
 
Of course he would like the simplicity of his office, considering nothing about him was actually very simple. All those tattoos and piercings and that little side note of him being a vampire, nothing ever really remained simple for him now did it? Didn't mean a little color couldn't hurt the poor drab room, allowing him to assist her in sitting on the edge of his desk as she looked up at him. Inwardly, she wondered how long he had been here, which only led to her wondering how long it would be until he decided he had been here for whatever extended amount of time he planned on being here. How long he had been here in the first place? Technically, it didn't matter as he had said, she would die long before he ever would, and that was what was looming over the both of them now as they got terribly closer and closer to one another; Emotional attatchment to someone they shouldn't be growing attached to.

Those thoughts, however, were pushed aside as she felt a soft squeeze to her hips, blinking softly before raising a brow at the expression on his face as though she was unaware of what that dainty little squeeze was. A simple sign of affection, easily. " You could still put a little color in here. " She murmured just before his lips met with hers, Dulce's hand again found itself warmly tracing the outline of his jaw, fingertips tracing where her hand had once been.
 
Tat could just concentrate on kissing her despite the question, and when it was approriate to take a break, he would, keeping close to her as he grinned lightly. "You're here, colour enough." He simply replied as he looked at her for a long while, the flicker in his eye giving away that he was thinking of something.

If he had any talent for reading minds, he would agree with her thoughts whole heartedly. He wouldn't admit it, he never had in the past when he had made the same mistake and simply faded into the night when his passion had waned and love had died. From an objective stand point it was kind of interesting to note that he hadn't learned from his mistakes in the past, or maybe he was so desperately stuck between the world of the dead and the world of the living that he didn't want to admit that death would happen at one point or another.

But enough of the doom and gloom. Seriously, she was still quite young, and years never pass at a fast pace. And she was hot, so why not enjoy the time that was now. "Maybe I can hire you to decorate the place. Just don't...." he was thinking of an appropriate way to complete the sentence, but there really wasn't a way to do it. Instead he just smirked and ran a hand through her hair slowly.
 
There was no need to say any of that now and ruin the situation, the comfortable environment that didn't need to be grabbed by something that really should never be talked about on a second day of whatever their 'relationship' even was. If you could call it that anyway. Another something she didn't feel like discussing, laughing softly when he announced that her being here was color enough; Smartass. Again their sense of humor came into play, thumping his shoulder gently with her opposite hand as to silently say that that easily didn't count as 'color' in his office. It's not like she would be in his office. She would figure out something to slip into his office while he was 'sleeping', smiling softly as she let her fingertips tap his cheek softly.

" I've got just the thing. " Dulce admitted, grinning softly as she was easily not going to tell him whether he took the time or not to ask. Rolling her eyes at him as he got close to telling her not to make his office look, and she was only assuming, feminine, Dulce knew she had no intention of making his office absolutely girly. Raising a brow now as her fingers again tapped his jawline, the brunette looked up at him with a curious expression on her face, " Now other than to show me your drab office space, " Pausing to emphasize the drab, Dulce spoke again, " Why'd you bring me up here? "
 
"Million dollar question." Was the first reply she would get for the question, realizing now that he should probably think up a worthwhile answer. He couldn't. It was another case of Tat thinking on the fly, and recognizing the building he just decided to do something, which meant bringing her to his (as she so expertly emphasized) draaaaab office. He needed to come up with some defendable story, something good something...

"Because I noticed we were walking by and it was something to do." ...not quite like that, but at least it was honest. He quirked his lip into a silly smile and then chuckled, lowering his head a bit at a lack of coming up with a better idea. "Honestly I do not know." He concluded admitting that he had no plan or concept for what he did, it was all just excellent improvisation.

"Wait, what the hell are you planning on putting in my office?" He said, suddenly catching on to what she had said before the question she asked. Aha, saw what you did there.
 
Keeping herself from laughing as he explained rather dully why she had been brought up here, the woman shook her head at him now as she let her arms settle comfortably at his shoulders, hands meeting behind his neck. Clicking her tongue softly behind her teeth, Dulce tilted her head when he came up with a rather lacking answer, knowing easily that this was probably all he could think of. Then that meant she was going to have to get a little bit clever. " You're supposed to say something like, " Pausing as she mentally shooed away his question of what she planned on putting in his office, for now they would focus on the topic at hand, batting her eyelashes in a slightly teasing fashion before finishing her earlier comment, " Not only to show you my office, but to romance me into the night under the stars. " Letting out an over exaggerated sigh at the end of her words as she closed her eyes and shook her head.

Of course she wasn't being serious, looking up at him again as she asked, " What kind of suave creature of the night are you? " Eyelashes batting up at him with her teasing words, her nails lightly traced imaginary circles against the back of his neck, Dulce leaned up just slightly and let her lips move against his in a warm kiss. Again, she caught him off guard about his office, murmuring as she reluctantly pulled away from his lips, " And don't worry about what I'll put in your office. You won't even notice it, too much. "
 
"My suavity is a one trick pony. I got you into bed last night, but after that, I am apparently a bumbling fool." He responded, wrapping his arms around her mid section and pulling her closer, fitting himself between her legs comfortably. He grinned contentedly to himself before speaking again. "Romance you into the night under the stars. Hmm, glad I have you around to give me ideas."

He took that opportunity to bring her back from her reluctant retreat, drawing her sensuous lips back against his own as one hand moved up from her back and cupped the side of her face gently, the physical manifestation of the mental desire to lock her in place and never let her go again. Unless she made a better offer, that is.

No better way to forget about what she was going to put in his office than getting lost in a kiss. Hell, the sun could come up and burn him away, and except for the fact he would get some ash on her, he'd vaporize as happy as a clam.

Depending on how happy clams are to begin with...
 
How did she just know he was going to pull the fact that he had already bedded her, allowing him to fill the space between her legs as he pulled her closer with his admitting that obviously his suave nature only lasted so long. " Clearly. " Looking over his face as he stated that it was a good thing to have her around for these 'suave' ideas, Dulce again accepted his kiss with a smile on her lips. Though there wasn't necessarily a grip on her on Tatcon's part, she knew that he wasn't going to let her wiggle out of his grasp even if she wanted to. And she certainly didn't want to, her fingers again sliding over the back of his neck. Fortunately, though not that she would have really minded, the conversation of what she was putting in his office had been let go, not that she would have slipped up and told him anyway.

The conversation had been let go for better reasons however, her tongue teasingly moving across his bottom lip. Despite knowing what time it was, she knew there was a good set of hours before the sun came creeping up and settled on top of the building, peeking through the glass sky lights above them. God I'd hate to wake up to a pile of ashes.
 
Returning to if he could read thoughts, he would think the wording of her musing quite amusing, and then comment on how much he liked that. And also how much he'd hate to be ashes on her lips and jacket, though he would keep it to himself that that reality wasn't really a possibility. He had done some research as to what it was that caused vampires to combust when the sun hit them, and deducting that it was the strong ultraviolet light as well as some vitamins, Tat installed some blinds which, if he ever found himself here late, would grant him an hour of exposure before he would notice some adverse effects.

Of course after that point, it was a matter of getting home.

But enough of that foolishness, especially when Tat felt her tongue pass along his lip, a move which convinced him to barely extend his tongue to touch hers as he grinned. He would push it a bit further, following her tongue until he could taste her properly, as his hand on her back decided to be cheeky and unzip the front of her jacket before sliding under the jacket and resting on her back again.
 
Smiling warmly against his lips as his hands grazed away from her back and toward the space between them to pull down the zipper of her jacket, her own hands moving away from the back of his neck. Fingers no longer tracing imaginary shapes along the back of his neck, the brunette's hands grazed along the sides of his face only to slip her fingers down his jaw and along his neck. No longer was her mind on the possibilities of what could happen, instead focusing on the current situation at hand only to find her hand sliding beneath the collar of his jacket. Fortunately, her hands didn't mind being all the more cheeky in loosening the buttons of his coat without having to pull her warm lips way from his, Dulce's tongue moving across his as she had lured it into her own mouth.
 
Had indeed been lured closer to her, and his nervous system would not object to her moving her hands, always appreciating a girl who was able to control her own actions at any given moment. He had become totally smitten with the moment and like many times before, couldn't convince himself to release the kiss or her touch in order to do something else, namely strip her naked as fast as he could.

Then a thought occured to him as his hand on her back shifted to her hip, sliding under the fabric of her shirt in order to feel her warm, ever-soft skin. If she had chosen to become a true vampire hunter, how many of his kind could she have seduced this easily and elimated them as easily as a flick of a wrist.

Scary thought, but it would not break his concetration at the moment, and whenever she managed to unbutton his jacket, he would just roll his shoulders to shove off the jacket before moving his hands up to completely remove hers as well. Why hadn't he done that the first time around?

Apparently she was more distracting than he realized.
 
Lips continuing to keep him occupied, if in fact she was a practicing slayer as she liked to call it, she could easily have him in a not so grand situation. Him, nor any of the others she had encountered on the occasion throughout her time in being aware of not only the vampires but her attributes. But, her means of affection weren't fake or aimed to kill him in the end, even being considered sincere as she felt his hands graze over her skin. The cool sensation sent a knowing shiver through her frame, hearing the jacket hit the ground once he shrugged it off and let gravity do the rest, now as he worked on hers, her hands slid away from his frame. This allowing him the space and opportunity to remove her jacket and letting it settle behind her on his desk, Dulce's hands immediately moved back to settling against him.

Letting her palms rest against his chest, clearly her hands weren't going to be idle, much like they weren't before, sliding them down to the hem of his shirt. Now again she had to pull her lips away from his, which was mentally unfortunate, but worth it as she assured herself, pulling his shirt up and off his body. Mmmm, sexy vampire. That was the somewhat perverted woman in her, her tingling fingers now settling back on his cool skin. Easily pulling him back into a kiss, it had almost become something that was as easy as riding a bike, to kiss him that is, her fingertips toying with his senses now as they grazed along the front of his chest and down to that pain in the ass zipper and button of his pants.
 
Never for a moment would Tat think that her feelings and the way she was acting towards him to not be genuine; he could tell by the way she kissed that she wasn't faking it. And keep him occupied her lips definitely were, truly her kisses were like a world unto themselves. It must have been that subtle Spanish passion that made it all the more entrancing, or maybe it was the fact she didn't keep herself still while she kissed, though as with all good things it must come to an end, if only temporarily. He would offer not resistance to the removal of his shirt, and especially the feeling of her warm fingers returning to his lukewarm, tattooed skin soon afterwards followed shortly by her lips on his.

He soon caught wind of her following intentions as those lovely hands of hers started to trail down over his midsection, and it was then he decided to give the lovely brunette a bit of a tease, lifting her shirt a bit so he could run his nails over her lower back lightly, stimulating the nerves just below the skin to see if he could try and illicit another lovely shiver out of the little Spanish fireball he was finding himself more smitten with every second.
 
Again they were about to get into acts that would not only have her father writhing in his grave, but her mother absolutely having a fit. However, this was the second time around, just a new set of scenery, something that caused her to smile softly into the kiss, her hands grazing the upper portion of his pants as though she were still deciding whether or not she should take the effort. However when his fingers grazed up her back, her nails scratched affectionately at the tender 'V' of his lower torso. Raising her hands away from his body, allowing him to pull the shirt away from her frame, Dulce knew the next challenge for him would be having to get her out of her boots, then her pants. That, however was not a situation in any difficulty on her part, hands back on his obviously magnetic skin, almost tracing the tattoos that she curiously wondered if in fact they meant anything, her warm hands seemed to leave trails of her touch.

Her hands, however, didn't have any issues at all with unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, again grinning softly against his lips not because she had done such a simple task; No, because there was a faint amount of curiosity in how he was going to do to get her out of these lovely curve fitting jeans.
 
Tat was a man of advanced planning, and slipping her out of her shirt was always a joy to him, a reassurance that his plan was working splendidly. However she kept throwing annoying (re:enjoyable) impulses at him with her warm fingers, and those nails digging in to the sensitive skin of his lower torso. That tease. Then she undid his pants so they just dropped to the floor lazily. He would break the kiss for a moment as he looked down and mumbled to himself, kicking off his boots before looking back up at her with an expression of sarcastic discontent. It was then he stepped forward again and with a flick of two fingers would unsnap her bra (if she had one) and if she didn't, he would instead grab her left ankle, and lift it up a bit, maybe making her fall over a bit, but such was the consequences of her previous actions.

Her boots were far from difficult, having removed more than one pair of similar style in his lifetime. Her pants, however proved to be worth the fun planning he had made as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her off the desk before spinning her around, grabbing her hands thereafter to place them palm down on the wood. Now was the easy part really as he traced his fingers up from her hands along her arms, running over her shoulders and down her back until mid-way, when hands moved to her sides and over the front of her hips and to the button and zipper which he did away with in a moment. Now it was just a matter of slowly peeling the jeans away from her tantilzing curves, which he did with joy until he was down to the ground. Now it was just a matter of sliding his hands up her now bare legs as he rose, lips falling on her behind once before climbing along her spine as hands continued to rise and sat on her lovely hips as he pressed himself against her back.
 
And he thought he was the only one who enjoyed a little game or two. Even if it did mean getting him a little grumpy as he clearly was when he grumbled and gave her the look, only finding herself to laugh softly. Watching him slip out of his boots and pants, it seemed like a swift blink before he was back in front of her and worked to unclasp her bra while his other hand went to work on the zipper of getting one of her boots off. Hands settling back against the desk to keep herself balanced as he held her legs up to pull them off, moving to sit back up properly only to have his hands take a firm hold of her hips. Bent at an arch now as he set her hands on the desk, her smooth skin tingling with anticipation as he undid her pants and slid them down her legs along with her underwear, easily stepping out of them both once he slid himself back up her smooth legs.

Leaning her head to the side softly as he found himself now standing properly behind her, Dulce's hands remained against the wood desk in front of her. Despite the fact that he still stood in his boxers, with the female bent just slightly, she allowed this opportunity for her rear to move away from his crotch just barely, only to have it press firmly back against him. Tease. Though her hands sliding back behind her, her index fingers crooked into his boxers now and easily tugged them off his waist and let them drop similar to how she had with his pants; Skills. One of her hands now settling back against the desk, her opposite hand slid behind her and into his hair, feeling the warm sensation move through her body as she pressed her body closer to his.
 
Tat would need to keep going with his plan, even when she teased him with her curvacious rear end, and masterfully slipped him out of his boxers so now they were both completely naked. Now who could say that he didn't support equal rights? Hand on her hips would exploit the mutal bareness and pull her behind back against him, obviously bringing a rather happy member into the picture with a soft murmur from him. As her hand found its way to his raven hair, he would use one hand of his own to pull aside some of her beautiful brown hair and bring his lips (and occasionally his teeth) to the sensitive skin of her neck. He would never bite her, but by gods it was always delightful to nibble on the neck of a beautiful woman.

One final action would complete this step of his plan, the hand that had shifted her hair running down her side for a moment before riding back up over her smooth midsection. Obvious destination was one of her shapely breasts, but he made the journey a small tease as well before cupping it, and giving it a soft massage.
 
With her back arched and his hands made sure to keep her pressed against him, fingers intertwining with his dark hair, when his lips settled against her neck, then came the shiver that he had been looking for. If there was one thing at all that he did that could gain a reaction from her, it was most certainly that, fingers gently scratching at the wood with no intention to cause damage to his desk. She could feel his length settled between the warmth of her thighs, occasionally rubbing against the reason her thighs remained so deliciously warm. Closing her eyes lightly, Dulce's rear again found itself moving against his crotch, the hand that had slid away and almost disappeared in his hair was now on the move, sliding over his arm as he cupped one of her breasts gently. Hand carefully sliding across his skin only to find itself between her warm legs, there was a place his member had to be, and clearly she didn't mind escorting.

Those very same fingers that had teased the skin of his chest were now playing with his lower half's senses. Naughty, naughty. But it wasn't like he wouldn't do something later to get back at her for it, and with that in mind, her hips dropped slightly almost as a distraction while her hand moved to gently grip him while her rear moved against his crotch again.
 
Tat knew that there was more than just giving her neck attention that would give a respons like a shiver, he just knew that here was a guarantee. And his lips would remain there even as he felt her hand sliding down his frame to the magic spot between their bodies and her legs, knowing full well what she was going for, but not giving any complaint or sign of resistance. Indeed, the was she dropped her hips and pressed her behind against his manhood again would reward her with a light, contented moan passing from his pierced lips. Oh yes, she certainly knew how to manipulate her body to get him completely riled up.

Maybe it was just a reaction to the way she moved and what she did, but he got the hint that she had a goal in mind and was quickly moving towards fulfilling that goal. So he gave her one last kiss on her neck, then her cheek, and then down along her back a bit as he took a step back, releasing her breast as both hands focused on her hips and bent her over a little bit more, one hand abandoning its post to grab her own that was around his member, and together they would aim to bring her towards her sweet womanhood. The tip would gently press against her, and then move in, going as deep as their hands would allow it before he would release his grip, and return to her curvy hips.
 
Full lips breathing out softly as his lips remained pressed against her neck, Dulce knew that it was only a matter of time before he would start to move his hands in different places. And just as she had expected, his hands slid to her hips and bent her over the desk just slightly, her opposite hand remaining gently pressed against the desk. Feeling his hand overlap her own as he moved to guide his length inside of her, her fingers slid away from him just as his did, letting him guide the rest of himself inside of her. The hand that had once gently gripped him now settled against the desk next to the other, her back arched and her rear easily made the simple effort to move back gently and settle back against his crotch.

However, unlike the other instances, now with his length inside of her, he was now in her completely, without any hands to obscure the full length. Breathing out softly in something that was remotely close to a moan, Dulce could feel the tingle settle within her skin, that electric feeling something she would get used to throughout the night.
 
We can spare the nitty, gritty details of what was to come following this moment. As the feeling crept up Dulce's body, so too did the nerves in Tatcon's body catch fire. His mind felt like a broken record whenever he thought of her, because girls like her were a rare find. Confidence and strength coupled with self knowledge and sensuality never seemed to find themselves consistently embodied, and whenever he found someone who was such a creature he had a tendancy of sticking close if for no other reason than amusement. It was certainly his driving force for bugging her as long as he had.

He would take her time in enjoy their moment, as he assumed she would as well because this was still unique, even if they had done the same thing the night before. Sometimes sex was just that good to warrant doing it almost every night. When they finished, he would take the time to enjoy the calm moments after the storm, and looking up at the night sky he would get a thought that there was just enough time left in the evening take her out for a really early breakfast, or a fantastically late dinner.

"Dulce, do you like pancakes?" He would ask, looking to her as he slowly got to his feet and got to work getting his clothes back on. Once an idea got stuck in his undead brain it was normally quite hard for him to shake it. "Or maybe a burger?" He contemplated while tapping on his chin with a tattooed finger before looking at her and grinning. "Either way lets go. There's a diner just a few blocks down that is open all night, and the food is simply the best after sex." He would say before throwing her clothes at her as a means of demanding she move along.

Apparently the memory of the food was a fantastic enough one for him to get into a giddy fit over it.
 
With what had happened, it was easy to see what was going to occur between the two of them, without a doubt and there were certainly no regrets afterward. Sticky skin and a raised body temperature on his part, shifting her fingers back through her hair as she finished clasping her bra behind her. Pulling her underwear back up her lower half with the same crooks of her fingers that had guided his boxers down earlier, the female tilted her head softly when he asked of she liked pancakes, the question obviously completely out of the blue. Who didn't like pancakes? Irrelevant really, because he brought up a burger right after it, her mind now fixated on the waffle. Well, you'd want something to eat too after such a 'strenuous' activity. Catching her jeans and shirt as he threw them at her, Dulce rolled her eyes at him, " Don't rush me if it's open all night. " He shouldn't have told her that, sticking her tongue out at him as she eased her jeans back up her lower half as though she had all the time in the world; Again, picking at him for rushing her in the first place. Well, she didn't have all the time in the world, but he sure as hell did.

Pulling on her shirt and adjusting it only to find her boots still where they had been pulled off on the floor, easily pulling her jacket on her frame and glancing over his office again. Grinning to herself as she thought of her addition to his office before moving toward the elevator now, " Well hurry up. " And now she was rushing him, teasing of course as she pressed the button and heard the soft ding of the elevator that had never moved back down to the first floor. Having left the office laughing thanks to the look on his security guard's face, as though it wasn't obvious what had happened during the time they were up in his office. Looking over paperwork. Please. The journey to the diner had been walked easily, quickly whether it was to get out of the cold or to get closer to those pancakes that she certainly now craved. Dulce inhaling softly at the warm scents that the diner had to offer at night, the brunette moved into a booth set a little ways away from the door, though she was able to see the people who came in and out, the brunette paid no mind to them as she sat with Tatcon.

Having stood a few moments ago to go to the bathroom, easily both of them still had that warm, everpresent glow of two young adults who had recently had sex, her back turned only to feel a large set of hands fall over her eyes. " Oh baby Che, why are you here all by yourself? " Almost jumping out of her skin, the brunette immediately reacted and sent the male back several steps, holding his stomach as she turned around with wide eyes. " I'm not by myself you rotten s-" Blinking quickly, there again was that reminder that the male had called her by a family pet name. Family? " I told you not to sneak up on her. " Came the familiar voice of another, her eyes still wide as she stared down incredulously at the man. It took a few seconds to register both faces, although immediately the female launched herself toward the two males, smiling brightly, " You fucking idiots. How'd you both find me? " Releasing her older brothers from her hug, clearly they were related when one looked between them, clearly Dulce was the female version of her brothers, however there was an odd expression that crossed one of their faces while the other announced.

" Well, we just so happen to be in the neighborhood, and saw your pretty face in the window. " The older male, who's name would later be identified as Jorge, teasingly playing with Dulce's face, he immediately cocked a brow and folded his arms over his chest, as his little sister started to lead them over to the table. " Here with someone? " Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Shitty shit. Fucking shit. It was then that Dulce realized just what this situation could intake. She was here with someone, who just so happened to be a vampire. While her brothers here, could obviously sense someting odd about this situation, and the male their sister had originally been leading them to. But it was too late to just run them out! And they would act even worse if she just did that, right? Alright, let's assume they all just act civilized. " I'm here with someone, " Tapping the table lightly with her nails, she almost wanted to close her eyes and disregard the whole diner experience altogether. Why did she have to be hungry with Tatcon? Fucking- It was in the instant that she said 'someone' that her brother's exchanged looks, Jorge speaking up in the silence now, " Someone, huh? So you're having one thirty in the morning breakfast with a vamp? "

" Looks like she did more than have breakfast. " Carlos added in, making the situation no better. And here we go.
 
Sure, Tat would hear the voices of Dulce and what seemed to be her brothers speaking near the bathrooms; supernatural ears didn't miss much even with the general din of the contemporary age. Did he manage to catch all the details though? No, not really. His food was delivered far too quickly for him to grant that much attention to what was being said though realistically his continued survival probably hindged on realizing who these people were. Regardless, he would look up contentedly from his plate of pancakes, raw sausage and steak to observe the trio returning to the table, and even the casual observer would notice the similar bone structures, facial features...attitude. But what caught his attention the most was how Dulce's face seem to display exactly what she was thinking, and it would be then as well that Tat would become aware of the level of danger he was facing..possibly.

SO...what was a vampire to do when faced with such a possibility? Run? Nope. Instead Tat just swallowed the mouthful of food he had and tilted his head at the her brothers, pointing his fork at the one named Jorge accusingly. "Is that a problem? Listen, I have worked hard to keep that title on the down-low young man so the fact you're proclaiming it is really cramping my style. Buuut I'm willing to forgive you if you'd like to come share breakfast. Truly, the food is outstanding!" He exclaimed before cutting out another piece of pancake and holding it out towards him. "Taste?" Figuring that the brothers would not be interested, he would instead tilt the fork towards Dulce. "Taste?" He asked again, cocky grin coming over his lips as he was coming to the conclusion he was taking the absolute wrong way of dealing with the situation and it coincidentally amused him infinitely. Waiting for a response he would thrust the fork towards her a few times as if taunting her, demanding her response to break the tension that was obviously building around this quadumverate.
 
She really wished she could have predicted the way Tat was going to act, like some giant child in a really unfortunate situation. Tapping her fingertips lightly out of a natural instinct to keep her mind clear in this situation, unfortunately she could feel the tension rising all the more as Tatcon so politely offered her brothers food. Now it was already up in the air and questionable as to what their baby sister was doing with a vampire, because they all knew that she was as good as telling the difference between a 'vamp' and a human just about as well as they were. So there really was no excuse on her part, not that she was going to make one, and she certainly hadn't started to as she let her eyes slightly narrow as though asking, 'Seriously?' Clearly her brothers weren't amused either, both of them exchanging looks again before Jorge spoke up rather than Dulce, " A vamp and he's disrespectful? Come on Che, really? " Now both of them were pissed off and Dulce's narrowed eyes remained, only blinking softly when Jorge reached out and snatched the fork away from Tatcon's hands as he poked it toward Dulce.

Clearly the two men were unamused and Dulce was momentarily pissed off that his reaction was less than mature, however what happened next caused her eyes to grow a bit wider. " Well if he's disrespectful, " Carlos paused, flipping the male's plate into his lap easily, " Might as well give him a reason to be. "
 
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