She corrected Lorelai. Stating her name the way she liked it to be said. As if Lorelai cared. As if it mattered. As if she mattered. Oh how very far this little dolt had to fall if she believed she mattered anymore. That loss of her humanity, that binding off herself to Risque, the bar and him in turn so stripped her of any right to matter to anyone anymore. She was just another cat. Just another number. Just another blood bag to be used in whatever way his Beloved desired before they were rid of her. Before she was replaced with the next defiant cat who believed they would be the one to make it out. The one to make a difference. The one to bring them down. It was almost cute really. That glorious little flicker of hope- like a tiny flame in the darkness- one so easily squashed and yet....they were rarely any fun once they were broken in entirely. Darcy hardly choosing to comment upon her correction. Lorelai seeming content to ignore it in turn as the blonde returned to her chair and her nail file with that bemoaning off how her own nails lacked in comparison to Risque's veritable talons. It had taken his back days to heal from their last assault upon him in the grips of that bloodied passion and yet- how fondly he recalled it. His own internal musings cut short by Harley's insistence Lorelai seemed friendly. The vampire offering that snort of dissent.

"Das how she gets 'er victims."

He hardly elaborated further. Harley offered that single tendril of information and nothing more. Darcy seeing little need to explain the depths of Lorelai's 'nice' act to a servent. The blonde very near programmed to act that way with any man she saw. It was simply within that nature off her species. Darcy long since having become wise to her little game in turn. The pair having found an almost mutual respect for one another. Darcy distinctly more...personable with hose female staff then he was the men. Women, after all, presented him with little threat. His hand lifted easily then, hitting that key fob, one of the many sleek black town cars within that look blinking in response as he made his way towards it with Harley in tow. The young woman's efforts to reach for that passenger side door prompting that near scoff from within the vampire before he sent her towards the back. The front seat a privilege she had hardly earned tonight. Besides, that space was already reserved. The hiss she responded with only further grated agianst his nerves. Disobedient little bitch she was. Darcy reaching out with all the speed of a viper in the moment to grasp her ear between his finger and thumb and all but throw her agianst that back door in impatience. His own growl rumbling within the depths off his throat. The vampire ignoring that trembling to her frame as she struggled to keep that cat within under control. How he almost wished she wouldn't. How he almost wished she would let it out if only so he might have an excuse to punish her properly. To make her truly gasp and bled until she begged him to stop. She was just like any other animal. She'd only learn from her mistakes. Mistakes he was more then willing to push her into making if given the chance. How many others had he already lead to their deaths that way? Her words earning her little more than a quirk off his lip.

"Do as yar like, in da end yar life depends on 'ow well I decide ya do, da only thing ya can do is try please me- ya ain't doing real well so far, Kitty."

She all but flung open that door like a petulant, broody little teenage. Like Cobain on a bad night- or any night really. Boy Useless an eternally disappointing little puppet. Harley, it seemed, determined to follow that little wretches lead and yet perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised when it was Tetradore's venom that tore through her veins. Defiance bred defiance, after all. Yes. It was Tetradore's fault he was going to have to all but beat it out of his vector. Darcy slid easy into that drivers seat, the car roaring to life beneath his hands before rolling smoothly out of that lot. Princess leapt from his shoulder, settling herself atop that plush leather seat beside him with clear satisfaction. That car effortlessly began to pick up speed, taking those corners with a near supernatural grace that seemed to all but defy the laws of nature itself. Darcy putting truly little effort into that command he held over the car. The silence persisted for no more than a few moments before his lips parted, that low, deep whistles echoing within that car space. Harley continued to look out of the window. Hmm. A lesson needed to be learned it seemed. Darcy whistling again before adding that short, sharp sound of her name to jarr her from whatever it was her mind deemed more important. In time she would learn that whistle was for her. One way or another. His gaze flickered away from the road then, glancing up into that rearview mirror to assure he had her attention before that query of sorts left his own lips. Just what had Kitty done to displease the Queen of the Damned? Harley drew out her words then. The use of 'babe' seeing his eyes narrow. The backseat, it seemed, had made her bold. As if she thought she was safe there.

"Das one day, just for dat. Yar keep goin' and I'll make it two. Answer only what I asked ya."

One day of....what remained to be seen. Darcy affording no more information then that. If she wanted to play the fool then let her- she was only punishing herself. That vampire glanced towards her once more in clear expectation of an answer. Harley insisting it wasn't fair he got to ask questions and she didn't. As if she thought the world was fair. Darcy affording her no response to such a fucking stupid statement as he merely continued to wait for her to do as she was bid an answer that question. Her blunt insistence that the thing she had done was Risque's brother seemed to prompt both surprise and amusement within the vampire. Darcy snorting lightly.

"Nathaniel?"

This...explained more than he had anticipated. Darcy never having bothered to ask much after his Mistresses brother. He disliked Nathaniel and Nathaniel disliked him. Darcy hardly caring to find out anymore about a man he held little but disdain for, his lovers family hardly mattered to him beyond the notion Nathaniel was a threat to his Darling's safety. That was all that mattered. Harleys admittance however, so readily explained that last fight- and Risques disdain for her in turn. That young woman growing bolder again it seemed as she spoke. Hmmm. How unfortunate she had not inherited Tetradore's only redeeming feature- silence. A sudden simper seeming to find Darcy's lips then. That look exposing the points of those overly-large teeth. Kitty wanted to know what they were doing did she?

"Alright..."

He offered simply. Darcy suddenly twisting within his seat to lean over that center console and put himself easily within reach of Harley. His fingers ever so slightly still touching that steering wheel. The car, somehow, continuing to drive as his gaze met how own through those irritating glasses. How easily she as within his reach once more. The sudden movement having perhaps startled her a little, along with that realisation he could reach her even here, even now, so simply. That amusement lingering on his features still.

"No."

Idiot cat. As if he would offer her information about what or where or why. It was not her job to question. It was her job to obey and nothing else. When he needed her to know he would tell her. Until then she could spend all her time wondering for all he cared. That grin widened slightly upon his lips. Nothing about that look remotely kind in any sense before he leaned away with that same sudden abruptness.

"Take dem damn glasses off too, it's da middle of da fucking night, you dun need 'em."

Both hands returned to the wheel. Darcy reaching for that radio then. Any conversation between the pair clearly over. How unfortunate he could never pick up those country stations within the city. Darcy forced to settle for those more modern rock songs. And that was the latest from Peking Duck. We've had a phone in request now from a Mr...er...Marty-O? Anyway this is Bruckup featuring Shaggy and Sunglasses, Keep Ya Shades On. That rap music readily prompted a scowl from the vampire. Darcy reaching over to flick to the next station. The vampire content to ignore his charge for the rest of that drive before they finally reached Haunt. The car easily slid into one of those few available spaces. That Western Bar all but packed tonight much like their own. Haunt, despite being last on the list for earnings between those four major bars- was having a good night.

"Come."

That, it seemed, was the only command Harley was going to receive for now. Darcy waiting for the woman to get out of the car before whistling for his little Lynx kitten once more. The vampire held open that leather jacket only for Princess to scramble up his leg and tuck herself away in that pocket sewn inside just for her. Darcy letting that jacket fall back into place before locking the car and heading for that entrance with Harley in tow. The bouncers at the door paid them little head, Darcy swinging through those old-style saloon doors and into that bar. He remained aware of Harley behind him. The vampire nothing if not watchful off his little pet and yet much of his mind was focused on that task at hand now. Darcy treading firmly upon territory that was no longer his own. Their arrival, he was sure, had already been noticed. That music shifted then. That country song more upbeat then the last. A sudden cheer from the crowd drew his own attention upward as several girls dressed in cowboy hats, rhinestone boots and very little else stepped onto that bar to start that choreographed dance. Darcy's eyes rolled lightly as he moved through that crowd, the sound of that mechanical bull off to the side offset by the cheering of the men around it. Haunt a decidedly popular bar with tourists. They seemed to enjoy how....cliche it was.

"Dun wander off."

That command was snapped easily toward Harley once more. Darcy making his way up to the bar now that he'd scanned most of that room. The bartender hesitating suddenly at the sight of him. Your kind isn't welcome here, Blackjack. You or her. Piss off, the both of you He gestured smoothly to Harley then. Darcy reaching to toy with a shot glass resting atop the polished wooden counter. His gaze lifting almost lazily to the other vampire then.

"Yar denyin' us service?"

The other vampire seemed to debate a moment, several other people at the bar glancing towards them curiously now as if sensing that already mounting tension. What if I am? This ain't your turf Darcy. He had anticipated this from the beginning. Darcy hardly appearing flustered in any sense as his fingers contounted to idly roll that shot glass about. It shouldn't take long to get the attention of management- and Tybalt was the one he needed to see. The sound of boots behind him prompted Darcy to glance over his shoulder and eye those two vampire cowboys who'd appeared to stand by Harley- one reaching out to grasp the woman's upper arm. Tybalt wants to see you, partner.

"As it 'appens, I wanna word wit 'im too. An hands off da girl. She ain't yours."
I wouldn't mind if she was, she's a bit'o alright.

That steely glance the cowboy was afforded saw him almost reluctantly let go of Harley's arm and merely shove the woman forward. Darcy moving to trail behind as the Cowboys led the way through that crowded bar and past those dancing girls and mechanical bull. Heading for those rooms at the back. Darcy already assured he could scent Tybalt from here. This- would be an interesting evening. It hardly took long to reach that back room hidden away down those corridors. The scent of cigar smoke almost pungent in that small space. One of those cowboys rapped upon the door before swinging it open. Harley all but shoved through before Darcy strode in behind her to eye the tall, lanky vampire man seated across the room from them, his boots, complete with spurs, resting atop his desk. That still-lit cigar turned within his fingers. Fucking pretender. How very irritating Tybalt had always been and yet Darcy was nothing if not good at his job. His mismatched gaze meeting the pale blue of Tybalt's own. Well, well, well then. What does the Wicked Bitch of The West want, eh? She must want something if she sent her bloodhound down here. You been a good boy, Darcy? Did she throw you a bone this week?. That soft snort echoed easily from Darcy then, the vampire strolling forward to ease himself into one of those chairs facing Tybalt's own. That large mahogany desk between them. If that very goading bothered the man he so hardly showed it. Darcy capable of near perfectly predatory patience when he desired it. The man paying little heed to Harley here and now. After all, it was hardly as if she could go anywhere.

"Risque 'as a request. She'd like ya ta close on Friday nights."
Risque can shove it.
"Our offer is more den generous. Ya can either lose one night a week's business or we will close ya."
Is that supposed to be a threat, partner?
"Yar from fucking Connecticut, ya poser, yar don't talk like dat."
Well let me give you a counter offer then, you and her, since it seems we are inclined to disagree tonight.

Tybalt's head gestured towards Harley then, Darcy's fingers drumming agianst the fake leather of the chair he reclined in, his hand merely gesturing for the other vampire to continue as Tybalt slide his legs from the desk and rose from his own chair to stroll towards Harley herself, circling around her before leaning agianst the chair Darcy occupied. You'd fit in far better here then you do at Syn, you know it Darcy. Whatever Risque is paying you, I'll double it. You too, Little Lady, I don't keep 'kitty slaves' here. Payment and a hell of a lot more freedom- for you both. His finger extended slightly, toying with that chain around Darcy's own neck. The vampire jerking his head away, that low growl coiling within his throat. That near warning look shot towards Harley to keep her goddamn mouth shut. Darcy's tongue toying lightly with his right fang.

"Yar can't afford me."
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