Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday Afternoon

[icecoldfrost]

Given that it was the first week of classes and the new kids were settling in - and it sounded like there were two sex-ed-ish classes this semester - Emma was going to use her position for Great Justice. 

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Dite's was open, and Auntie Emma was In, darlings. 


[I deny thee, OCD!]

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[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi thought it might be a good idea-- or, well, an idea, anyway-- to stop in and say Hi! to the chick Karla had called in to work at 'Dite's this summer.

Also, she approved of the sign, and was immediately trying to come up with her best story.

[icecoldfrost]

"I can hear you there," Emma informed the air around her, not looking up from her high-end fashion magazine. "Yes, Karla's right, I bite. Yes, in the fun way too, and no, not you."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

//Do you understand what I'm thinking now?// Kenzi asked in her head, in Russian, then turned her thoughts down as far as she could. Being around Toby and his ultra-sensitivity had gotten her in the habit of making her brain... less hyper. More sneaky-quiet. Even if she still couldn't sneak up on him.

"Wasn't looking to get bit," she said breezily, wandering further into the store, and leaning on the counter to inspect Emma. Pretty. Fashion-y. Half her thoughts stayed in Russian, half in English. "Karla tell you about me?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I speak Russian just fine, thank you for asking," Emma replied crisply, although she might have neglected to mention that her Russian was much more 1900s than 2012. Which meant she had the gist of it, if not the exact words. "Despite the fact your accent is atrocious."

"But Karla said something along the lines of 'Mother Night, Emma, don't eat anyone.'"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"You're full of shit," Kenzi said cheerfully. "My accent's from Russia, and native speaker. Let's hear yours?"

Then: "Ahahahhahaha!" And much snickering. "Why'd you take the job, if it's gonna make you want to eat people?"

[icecoldfrost]

"My point exactly. Even Russians can't understand other native Russians until someone has consumed a pint of vodka," Emma pointed out. "Preferably me."

"As to the job, I don't mind it at all. I quite enjoy it, actually, otherwise I wouldn't have come back to it," she answered. "Not quite as stimulating as finding new ways to torment the DJ at Devil's Nest, true, but promoting responsible sex to the hormonal hordes is practically a public service. The less sexual frustration on the island, the better I sleep."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi snorted at that, and marked it down as a way to at least cloud her thoughts a little bit. Not that she had much to hide personally, but other people's secrets... yeah.

"Oh, you worked here before? Cool." No worries about her messing up the inventory then. "Are you bouncer or bartender at Devil's Nest?" She grinned and wandered over to the obscene candies, trying to decide which ones would blow Toby's mind most. "And jeez. Crazy weekends must give you a migraine."

[icecoldfrost]

"As a student, crazy weekends either made me start kissing pretty boys, or self-medicate to make everyone else shut-up," she replied tranquilly. "Both of which are perfectly acceptable methods of coping."

For, um, everything. If you were Emma.

"I was a bouncer, actually, while I was a student." Emma let the change ripple over her skin, turning her hand over in a sunbeam to let Kenzi get the full effect. "If the store doesn't keep me entertained enough, I might go pout at Northman and see if he'll give me my old job back."

[bah. of COURSE the icons expiring took away all my shiny ones. off to avengers, bbl.]

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"I hear ya." Kenzi was a fan of the vodka for coping, yes indeed. "Northman--?" Then her questions pretty much got derailed.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiny," Kenzi breathed, impressed. Seriously, if they traded in Emma, how much would she be worth right now?

[aww! *imagines diamonds* have fun, cyl.]

[icecoldfrost]

Kenzi, you were very very lucky that Emma's telepathy didn't work in her diamond form, or she'd rip your mind to bits for that little bit of contemplation.

"Eric Northman, the proprietor of Devil's Nest," Emma said with a smirk, letting Kenzi admire her. "I would joke that he likes blondes - have you met Pam? Amazingly gorgeous woman - but I think it's more along the lines that he finds telepaths funny and we tend to be blonde girls. And all hang out together."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Fortunately Kenzi was easily distracted by all new pieces of information, so even the dazzle of Diamond Emma got back-burnered there. "Nope, haven't met Pam - the only kinda-telepath I know from here is Karla, I guess." She cocked her head. "And maybe 'Dite? But she's a goddess, I don't think that counts, hunh. Northman's the guy who hangs out and drinks and looks bored mostly there, right? My bud Bo bartends there on Saturdays."

[icecoldfrost]

"The chiseled Norse viking who is delectable in all the very 'no no bad plan' ways? That's Eric," Emma confirmed. "There's flocks of us, you know. Everytime someone has a wicked thought, a telepath gets their powers."

Lies.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi snorted, then grinned. "Then I want five percent of whatever you make off your powers. Wicked thoughts are fun." Thoughts of Eric Northman, Bo, porn movies, ways to use that as advertising for 'Dites, ways to recruit flocks of telepaths, wondering if telepaths flew, and back to the Russian versions of how to pose the mannequins flashed through her head at light-speed. Well. Thought-speed, even faster.