on a steel horse I ride

Darcy leant back within his chair, his arms folded across his chest as his left foot tapped at the ground in impatience. How long did this take? A soft huff of derision left the vampire's nose and yet, that subtle breath prompted him to breathe in near instinctively. The room smelled of....disinfectant. A sterile, almost hospital like smell that prompted his nose to wrinkle in discord once more. He hated that smell. A second, irritated grumble rose within his throat before a small movement to his left prompted his head to turn. A young witch mother beside him pulled her child closer as if she feared Darcy might pounce upon it at any moment. As if a wretched child would be of any interest to him. His mismatched gaze rolled loosely before the southern vampire turned his attention upward to the small tv in the corner of the waiting room. The olympics at least gave him something to watch even if vampires were not permitted in any events save for those agianst their own kind. A door on the far side of the room opened to admit a nurse. The young, overly jovial woman called the mother and child through, directing them deeper into that building before heading towards Darcy himself- offering a clipboard and a sheet of paper. "Darcy, wasn't it? You've never been to our clinic before, we need some new patient details. If you could just fill the form out and put it on the reception desk we'll be ready for you shortly"

"I gived ya me name what else do ya need?"

That irritation was clear even beneath that heavy drawl. That nurse, however, hardly flinched. That type of spine was a distinct rarity, even amongst their own kind. "On the reception desk when you're done." She simply repeated that instruction before strolling back across the room and back through the door that led to the offices and surgeries behind. Another irritated mutter rose to Darcy's lips before he glanced down at that paper in front of him, his hand reaching for the pencil provided. He had gotten home right at dawn last night, Risque had already been in bed and very near asleep by the time he had joined her. He'd been sure to be up and gone tonight the moment that sun had set, leaving Syn before Risque had woken, let alone before she had managed to catch sight of him after last night's....accident. If these damn fools didn't hurry up she was going to notice his absence. His mismatched gaze drifted over that paperwork, his pencil quick to scribble in those details. Name, Age, Gender, Species, Date of Birth, Phone Number, Occupation, Medical Conditions, Health Insurance, Allergies, Do You Possess An Affinity That May Activate Subconsciously and Pose A Risk To Your Staff?, In Case Of Emergency Contact. Darcy's tongue shifted to brush over his fangs in contemplation before printing Risque's name on that line, along with the number for the club. She would murder him if he gave out her personal mobile without direct consent. Besides, someone at the club could just as easily hand her the phone if one of these so-called 'emergencies' somehow arose. Darcy added his signature to the bottom of the page before tossing that clipboard from where he sat- the board sailing across the room to land with a significant thud on the receptionist's desk, prompting her to yelp in surprise.

Darcy's gaze shifted to the clock on the wall. Risque was going to notice him missing if they didn't fucking hurry up. Those minutes continued to drag on. Darcy's left foot tapped at the ground. "Anxious are we?" The southern vampire's head shifted once more. The nurse had appeared in the doorway again. His gaze shifted into a veritable glare as he rose from his seat.

"I ain't fuckin' anxious. Can we 'urry this up?"
'The Doctor will see you now."
"A damn dentist ain't a doctor."

That nurse, perhaps wisely, hardly chose to argue as Darcy strode through the door she held open before heading into that room she gestured towards. The southern vampire all but flopping into that dentists chair within. The dentist strode into that room barely a moment later, the man very much a vampire in turn as he flashed Darcy a decidedly stupid looking grin before easing himself onto a stool on wheels and rolling forward to Darcy's side. The very gesture earned him a distinct glare. This man,in the very least, had the sense to roll back ever so slightly before glancing down at the paper Darcy had filled out in that waiting room. "Darcy Blackjack, is that your real name? Good name. I'm Micheal Gains. I'm going to assume this is your first time? I don't see a lot of our kind in my surgery unless soemthings goes wrong. What seems to be the problem?"

"Yar can see da fuckin' problem."

Darcy's lips pulled back from his fangs, his mouth opening slightly to display that distinctly notable problem. Micheal's gaze widened in surprise, the man reaching for one of those stainless steel tools upon his table before leaving forward abruptly. My god, man! How many fangs do you have!? I've been doing this for more than a century and I've never seen a vampire with fangs like this. Have you always had this many? Did your maker have this many? Would you be interested in being in the Dental Journal for- That snarl that rose within Darcy's throat prompted the dentist to lean hurriedly backward, his own lip lifting in slight irritation.

"Yar I always 'ad dis many teeth and i dun give a shit about yar fuckin' journal. Just fix me goddamn fang. I got somewhere ta be."
Micheal's own mutter of irritation rose from his lips and yet, the man was nothing if not used to working with clients of his own species. He reached for another of those tools upon his bench before leaning forward again. You have a broken right canine, there's almost none of it left. It's distinctly difficult to break vampire fangs, what on earth did you bite?. Darcy's gaze narrowed once more. As if the giant hole in his mouth that made him look like some slack-jawed hillbilly yokel hadn't been obvious from the beginning.

"I 'ad an altercation wit a 'unter. 'Ow long is it gunna take me fang ta grow back? Can yar do something dat will make it go faster?"
Oh this fang won't grow back.
"What da fuck yar talking 'bout? All vamp fangs grow back."
"They do, but you've broken this very uniquely, three quarters of the fang is gone but the quarter that's left is making your body think the whole fang is still there, it doesn't realise it's broken, so it wont replace it. It's any easy fix though, I'll just pull out what's left. Once that's gone you should have a new fang within a week. You've got so many fangs it will hardly affect your feeding. It's purely aesthetic damage and as I said, it will only last a week. Sit tight and I can give you an injection to numb your mouth, you won't feel a thing-"

A veritable blur of vampiric speed saw Darcy out of that chair in mere moments, the vampiric cowboy hissing as he did. No one, vampire dentist or otherwise, was sticking a syringe into his mouth, let alone pulling a fang out. Darcy's gaze shifted warily towards the pair of pliers resting on the doctor's tool tray.

"I promise, it wont hurt-"

The dentist rose from his stool, taking another step towards him then before a burst of speed saw Darcy all but flee that dentist office entirely. A small wad of cash was left on the receptionist's desk as he did. They hardly deserved any goddamn money and yet, as far as he was concerned, he didn't need them phoning him for it. Fuck. Darcy's hands tucked into his pockets as he strode down that street and back toward Syn. With any luck Risque would still be getting herself ready for the evening, oblivious to his absence for the past hour, presuming he was simply somewhere within the club as he often was. How he was going to hide that hole in his mouth however was another matter entirely. Risque would not tolerate....a broken fang. Especially not one so visible. Maybe he should have let that fool pull it out. Another low growl rose within the vampire's throat as he made his way back toward Syn. That walk, thankfully, hardly far. Darcy moved easily to come in through that back door, his key card beeping slightly before he stepped into those familiar maze-like halls. Several vampires nodded to him as he passed. One WereCat hurried out of his path as Darcy headed to the main floor. No one, it seemed, had noticed his absence yet. Darcy stepped out onto that dance floor, the club still several hours away from opening for the night.

The vampire reached for that sheet of stocktake still to be done, Darcy barely having read to the end of the page before Lorelai called out towards him- the waitress insisting Risque was looking for him. God damn. Darcy's teeth ground over one another in discontent, the man turning to head toward their shared bedroom, that sheet of paper still within his hand- only for Lorelai to stop him once more with the insistence Risque was already in her office.

"O'course she is. Da one damn time she up early in a century."
Fuck, Dar, what happened to your-
"I fuckin know alright!? Dun you say one damn ting about it."

That near shocked look on Lorelai's face was quickly smothered by an obedient nod as Darcy strode back down those halls and towards his mats office. His hand rose, his knuckles rapping on the silver lined door of her office before stepping within it at her command. That piece of paper within his hand so momentarily held up as if he were reading from it. Conveniently blocking his lips and face from view.

"Evenin' Darlin'. Yar was lookin' for me? I was jus goin' over dis stock report. We need ta be lookin at who we orderin some stuff from. Reckon we might be bein' overcharged."

Darcy lowered that paper, his mismatched gaze meeting his mates once more. His lips firmly closed. As if nothing at all was amiss.

Darcy

I'm wanted, Dead or Alive