“The chicks like it,” Grimm said with a fangy grin, “your old ladies seem to be having a great time too.”
I know Micro didn’t miss the reference there, but I waited for him to make that move. In the meantime, I carried on our conversation. Tonight wasn’t just about bringing the club to a new hangout, but about making some vital connections too.
“Really appreciate you hooking us up tonight, man. The guys from the club needed some downtime.”
Grimm rubbed his clean-shaven jaw. “Yeah, the rebuild sounds like a lot of work. I could offer a few extra bodies if needed, namely me, Damon and Josh.”
I darted a quick look at Micro who was eyeing Grimm shrewdly.
“You ride?”
Grimm flashed those fangs again, something I knew had the girls all melting around him, hence why he did it so often.
“Fuck yeah. We all do. You probably saw our rides outside.”
There it is. The introduction that hopefully pays off for both sides of the conversation, hell, and maybe me too.
Micro glanced back at Grease, who nodded once.
“Obviously we’d need to look into you guys, make sure you’re uh…humanand whatever.”
Grimm laughed, reaching up to unsnap one of the fangs.
“Made by a denture maker for me. I mean, I can eat with them, but yeah, I promise I’m human.”
Rocket leaned close, and smirked.
“You can eat anyone with them?”
Grimm smirked at him. “The ladies love it. Ever since Twilight, they can’t get enough so why not lean into it?”
“Do you sparkle?”
Grease started laughing at Rocket. “I’m gonna pretend you don’t know that, brother.”
Rocket quirked a brow at him. “Ditto.”
I’d never seen Grease silenced so fast, although apparently there had been some incident with a strap-on that shut him up about that fast too. I’m sorry I missed that.
“Your club’s welcome here anytime, Micro. Give me a heads up and I’ll reserve this room for you anytime. Now…” he glanced behind him at the door, “your boy ‘Stag’… he’s gonna have to earn that right, you feel me?”
Glory
We’d moved from ourcorner, gravitating towards a display against the back wall, that women kept going over to and having their photos taken by. It turned out to be a beautiful black and red motorcycle, which was surrounded by those rope things, and clearly off limits.
The black velvet backdrop complimented the shiny beast, and I found myself leaning close to eye the beautiful intricate designs painted across it. Art was still a love of mine, even if I didn’t actually create it anymore.
Another bouncer guy caught my eye and wagged his finger, moving closer to me when I frowned.
“I wouldn’t. The first woman who even touches that gets owned by Grimm.”
“Grimm? Wait, owned?”
He laughed wickedly. “You probably saw him lurking around, surrounded by chicks?” Oh. The vampire guy?
“OWNED?”
He laughed again, lifting his hands. “As it’s written, so SHALL IT BE!” The guy wore eyeliner and black clothing, and was really playing into this whole thing, but I’d had enough of him, so I made my way back to the girls, and we headed back up to the VIP room for more drinks.
