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The Devil's Nest, Saturday, April 12th

"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She reached out and bopped the balloon lightly. "Every. Single. Verse."

Which was why anyone visiting the bar tonight, including the guests at Warren and Karla's birthday party, would find themselves treated to a high-pitched -- and very long -- performance of I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General from the huge guy in the leather vest.

Bo's performance, they'd have to be very good at searching YouTube (or know Tiny's username) to find, and also fast enough to get there before Bo filed the fake DMCA takedown notice. Or the obscenity one. She was still trying to decide which seemed more likely coming from Disney.

[Open! Karla and Warren's birthday party be happenin' in the VIP area; the rest of the joint is open to anyone.]

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"And also potentially indecent, given the length of her skirt," Jack added. "I thought a kiss was the better option."

"Well, that's hardly fair," Warren replied, taking note of Karla's cheeky attitude, and the fact that they both seemed utterly unrepentant. He'd feel stung a little, maybe, if he was more sober.

As it stood, he simply smirked and leaned forward a little, toward Jack.

"I mean, it's my birthday, too."

That would be a large wing folding around Jack's shoulder, right there.

If Jack were more sober, he wouldn't have kissed Karla quite that way to begin with.

He stiffened at Warren's touch at first, then realized he hadn't really sounded threatening. No, he was getting a very different sense of the man's intentions.

"Did you want a birthday kiss too?" he asked.

Warren just raised a pointed eyebrow and smirked a little more, leaning forward slightly.

"Unless you wanted me to feel left out, Jack."

He'd probably insist, later, that this was a birthday spite kiss. And in part, maybe it was. He'd even been half teasing when he put his wing around Jack's shoulder like that.

But then again, a person could get away with a lot while drunk on their birthday, couldn't they? And, honestly, Warren had eyes.

Don't worry, Warren. Karla had Plans for the evening that would prove how much she appreciated your kisses. Among other talents.

But until then...

"That would be horrible," she said, her hand creeping up Warren's back to play with his feathers. "I mean, we wouldn't want to have Warren feeling left out on his birthday."

This had nothing to do with Karla wanting front row seats to something very, very pretty. Oh no, not at all.

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"I wouldn't dream of neglecting Warren," Jack agreed shamelessly. He, too, had eyes, and something much like this scenario had played out in more than a few of his late-night fantasies.

He rose slightly on the balls of his feet and pressed his slightly damp lips against Warren's, one hand going to the back of his head while the other lightly grazed his hip.

After the display he'd put on with Karla, he owed Warren every bit of his best effort, and he'd give as much as Warren would take.

Warren didn't take kisses in half-measures, either. Especially not when he had a point to prove, and not when Karla was egging them on. Warren kissed Jack right back, his fingers knotting in the back of Jack's shirt.

Fair warning, Jack, this kiss was probably going to involve teeth.

And there was nothing a werewolf and former vampire courtier hated more than teeth!

Oh, wait. No. Not hated. The other thing.

He made a noise halfway between a purr and a growl low in his throat and pressed his teeth back against Warren's lips. His hand at Warren's hip gripped tighter, reached back. He loved women, but damned if there wasn't always something special about a man's strength in a situation like this.

Was Karla feeling sad or neglected, standing off to the side while her fiancé and friend were making out with one another?

No. No she was not.

In fact, she'd sat back down, propped her chin in her hand, and enjoyed the very pretty view in front of her. Darkness bless birthdays, alcohol, and pretty males who kissed.

Happy birthday, Karla.

Warren had never heard that noise, the growly sort of purr, come from anybody but himself before. It was novel, and it prompted a return growl of his own as he pulled Jack a little closer with his wing, pressing his chest up against Jack's. Did he like them strong? Because Warren's upper body strength was nothing to sneeze at, given the proportionate muscle mass it took to get him off the ground.

If his claws were snagging in Jack's clothing, he hardly noticed. He'd apologize later for any inevitable tears, though. In the meantime, he was quite happy to keep kissing. He wouldn't even have to come up for air for quite some time.

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Jack felt the prick of the claws through his jacket, but it didn't exactly bother him -- he liked that kind of pain mixed with his pleasure. And between that solid, warm chest and the wing around his back, there was plenty of pleasure to be had.

Eventually, he was the one who pulled away just barely enough for a gasp of breath.

"Happy birthday," he whispered against Warren's cheek.

"And now you see who the really lucky one is in this relationship," Karla observed from her seat, color high in her cheeks. She sat primly, ankles crossed as befitting a lady, though the keen-eyed among the crowd might notice her breathing had sped up a bit and the occasional shift of her weight in the chair.

Mother Night, she wasn't made of stone!

Licking her lips, she reached for another glass of...whatever was closest to hand. "That, my darlings, managed to be scorching hot even from over here."

Warren gave another low chuckle, practically a rumble somewhere deep in his chest, content to lean against Jack a moment more before leaning back to glance at Karla.

"Good to know you enjoyed my birthday kiss almost as much as I did."

And he had enjoyed it very much.

Jack grinned, a little unsteady on his feet. Those had been the kind of kisses to leave his knees wobbly.

"Good for me too, and my birthday was months ago," he said. "Anytime you want to make it more than a kiss, you know how to find me."

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Karla's eyebrows shot up with interest, but she simply smiled and nodded her head. "An intriguing offer," she said.

One that would take a lot of talking, first, if it happened at all. But still intriguing, even if it never went further than tonight.

"Though for now, I think I want to do a body shot of my own." She turned back to Warren. "And that requires you to be shirtless, love."

He was the gift that kept on giving!

Warren raised his eyebrows a little, but immediately reached for the top button of his shirt. After all, he was at a party, and it was a rare party that he managed to get all the way through with all of his clothes still on.

... Stuffy aristo parties being the exception, of course. Ugh.

It didn't take long at all before he was shrugging out of his top, though. Because Karla had asked so nicely, and all.

Karla dribbled a little of her drink down his chest and then slowly licked her way up to his neck. In fact, she licked higher than where she'd originally poured the alcohol, but that was just because she was being thorough.

"Mmm," she said, nuzzling him. "You're delicious."

"And I think this is where I came in," Jack said softly, not wanting to interrupt. "Excuse me, I'll just go get another drink."

And text a few dirty messages to Emma to work off some of his ... frustration.

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