Log; Complete

[missesthestars.livejournal.com]

When; July 29th, 9pm(ish)
Rating; PG, PG-13
Characters; Promise (missesthestars ), Oz (ananticlimax )
Summary; A vampire and a werewolf walk into a bar. No, really, Oz is interviewing for a job at the Blue Light.
Log;

Promise made her usual rounds when she arrived at work after sunset, making sure things were running smoothly and everything was in place for the night. She retreated to the office for awhile to work on paperwork and shortly before nine she headed back to the floor to keep an eye out for her interview candidate.

She sat at the bar, a simple club soda in her hand and waited.

Comments

[ananticlimax.livejournal.com]

"It's not too bad. Just preferable because, the whole demon thing. Very much literally. Live on the mouth of Hell. Kind of a long story." It was obvious from his tone of voice that he was leaving out most of the story more because there were too many words involved, rather than any personal discomfort.

Oz crossed his arms and leaned forward on the table, examining Promise's hair as he spoke, sneaking a glance at her eyes, as if to figure out how he could have missed that she was a vampire.

"Don't know. Never got that close-- not even sure if it's a good idea to. Name was Delilah, though. Like just Delilah. Like Samson and Delilah. Which I might be tempted to say is unusual, but I'm not sure a guy called Oz should talk."

[missesthestars.livejournal.com]

Promise didn't miss his examination, but decided not to comment on it. After all they perhaps had other things to discuss, namely...

"Ah, Delilah. She's an acquaintance from my world, recently arrived. And as for getting close... she can be a handful. A very lethal handful, but as she's been in the City before she may tone down her normal behaviors. However, if you're at all squeamish I wouldn't recommend hunting with her."

[ananticlimax.livejournal.com]

For the first time perhaps, he gave what could honestly be called a reaction, eyes growing wide before narrowing, his head shaking on his shoulders. The voice he responds in isn't exactly clipped, but it has the weight of upset behind it.

"No. I wouldn't, I don't hunt. At all. I'm dangerous like that, and I'm not an animal besides. That's why I'm not sure she's a good idea to get close to. You know."

He offered Promise an apologetic look, as if he might offend her talking that way. He was reluctant to change the topic away from Delilah-- she had a way of getting stuck on his mind like nothing else when he thought of her. But he was here for a job offer.

"Do you guys get really busy here?"

[missesthestars.livejournal.com]

"Believe me, I know, and I believe you, Oz." Which didn't necessarily mean she wouldn't keep an eye on him. And on Delilah for that matter.

"We can, don't worry, they'll be more than enough work to keep you on your toes. And you can start as soon as you're ready. I'll have some paperwork for you to fill out, but after that we can set your schedule and get you to work."

[ananticlimax.livejournal.com]

With the shift in discussion, he was quickly visibly comported again, wiping the perspiration from the glass off on the legs of his blue jeans.

"I'm ready when you're ready. I should probably get started training right now. You don't have to pay me for training, if you do. Because, and I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to need most of the day the fourth through the sixth off if you hire me. And it just seems stupid to work a few days and then...yeah."

[missesthestars.livejournal.com]

Promise shook her head. "All training is paid, and I told you, the time off won't be a problem."

She stood and motioned Oz to join her. "Let's go to the office and get the paperwork squared away, and then I'll take you to the kitchen and introduce you around."

Promise offered her offered her hand and another warm smile, "Welcome to the Blue Light, Oz."

[ananticlimax.livejournal.com]

Once again, he stood, joining and following her, holding his hand out to pull hers into a warm, firm shake. The hand was warm. And she didn't smell, frankly, very dead. More things he would have to ask about in the future.

For the moment, he was grateful just to find someone understanding to work for.

"Thanks again. Seriously. I didn't know how long they would put up with me at the old job. I'll do my best."