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The whole incident had probably been inevitable. Last week, Tiny and the DJ had been talking about movies with jump scares and Verity had mentioned that she wasn't easy to startle. They'd spent all of her last shift jumping out at her and trying to scare her and it hadn't worked. She'd hoped they'd given up after that but no, their shift hadn't been more than ten minutes old before they were at it again.

The problem was when the DJ had tried to grab her from behind while she was walking by the bar with a tray full of glassed. Verity's instincts kicked in before rational thought did and the tray went crashing to the ground as she whirled and delivered a kick to the center of the DJ's face. His smug grin had enough time to fade into panic before it was introduced to the bottom of her foot at top speed.

"Well, congratulations," she told him, passing over napkins to help him staunch the bleeding. "You managed to startle me. I hope your both proud of yourselves. Tiny, call him a rickshaw to the clinic and then clean up this glass. I'm going to see what music I have on my phone since we're going to be down a DJ tonight. If Eric is grumpy about that, you get to explain how that happened."

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Tino is grumbling about tiny blondes with high kicks. Verity's not mentioned that they should be glad her first instinct wasn't to go for her weapon.

Who has turned the tables and is now scaring Tiny every so often--though not when he was carrying anything fragile, like glass.

If Eric had a problem with the music playing through small wireless speakers, he was more than welcome to take it up with Tiny.

"What happened to the DJ?" Eric asked as he wandered in after sundown. "Did Tiny eat him?"

Tiny gave him a Look.

Verity had her hands on her hips as she glared at Tiny. Tiny pretended not to notice.

"At the clinic," she announced to Eric. "Because I kicked him in the face and broke his nose."

"Did he try to grab your ass?" Eric asked. "Because I can do worse than break his nose."

"If he tried something like that, I would have followed it up by breaking his wrist," Verity said. "But they've been playing 'startle the waitress' for the past week and tonight they finally succeeded."

Eric's glare at Tiny was withering. "Really."

"I don't think it's a game they're going to be continuing again." She looked over at Tiny, matching Eric's glare. "I can reach your face with my foot, too," she informed him.

"I'm six foot four," Eric pointed out, sounding a little impressed despite himself.

Verity was over a foot shorter than he was, wow.

She turned away from glaring at Tiny and gave Eric a considering glance. "To reach yours, I'd probably have to jump first," she said. "Or wear heels. But yeah."

She gave Tiny another withering glance. "Don't mess with a professional dancer, dude. We're limber for a reason."

"For several, based on the dancers I've known," Eric replied with a little grin.

Verity was also limber for several reasons, but possibly not the ones he was thinking of? She was giving him an upraised eyebrow for it though? "Oh really?" she asked, voice very sweet. The kind of sweetness that only food idiots. "And what reasons are those?"

"Secret assassinations," Eric pronounced solemnly. "I've been around."

"To some interesting places it seems," Verity said. "I'm not a secret assassin. Promise."

More like a secret enforcer? Totally different!

Totally!

"If you were, it wouldn't be a deal-breaker or anything," Eric assured her.

"If I were, I'd be a pretty lousy one if I went around admitting it," Verity pointed out.

Not that she was. Still, it needed saying.

"But glad to know I'd have job security even if I were. So, bad taste in music is a deal-breaker, but casual murders on the side are just fine?"

Vampires.

"Yes," Eric said, nodding. "That's not weird, is it?"

Little bit, Eric. Little bit.

"It's not my place to judge your culture," Verity said primly.

While nodding at him. A lot. And trying not to smile.

Eric grinned back. "Get me a drink."

"Yessir, boss man," Verity said, giving him a jaunty salute and making her way back to the bar.

And kind of dancing along the way.

"Yes, yes, you're very talented," Eric said, sounding bored.

"Please!" she called over her shoulder. "This is nothing. This is what I do because plain walking's boring and there's nothing high to jump off of in here."

"Thank you for not jumping on the bar or the tables," Eric said.

"Not high enough," Verity said as she poured Tru Blood into a glass. "The only thing high enough to give even a little thrill around here is you."

And then she remembered she was talking to her boss and that could easily be misconstrued.

"Goddammit."

Eric burst out laughing. "That was blunt."

"As soon as I finish walking this drink over to you, I'm hiding in the coatroom with a bottle of Jack," Verity threatened, facepalming.

Eric kept laughing. "That's not necessary," he said.

"Says you," Verity snorted, bringing his drink over to him.

"And I'm the boss, so you should listen to me," Eric declared.

"You just don't want Tiny making your drinks," she accused. "I'm onto you."

"That's only...40 percent of my reasoning," Eric said.

"Is the other 60% something about how you're not paying me to drink in the closet?"

"I knew you were smart," Eric said.

My brain keeps swapping between Ed Sheeran's Shape of You and JoCo's cover of Famous Blue Raincoat and that is a very weird mashup, y'all.

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