Crazy Night. (Vik)

[jessica marie austin]

Jessi sighed with her chin on her palm as she listened to the idiot in front of her chatter on and on about his life. She could tell he only came here because of the theme. She found it kind of funny that he had asked her to meet him here of all places. This was one of the many restaurants that Viktor and Evette. Dreamweaver Fantasies was a chain of themed restaurants, they were a vampire/viking theme. The food here was great, and at the moment the booze were even better. She threw back her whiskey and nodded to the bartender to get her another one. She saw the disapproving look of the guy. She seriously couldn't even remember his name anymore.

"Don't you think you should slow down, darlin'?" He asked his voice grated at Jessi's nerves.

"And who exactly do you think you are mah Ma?" She asked as she started to get drunk her accent became more pronounced.

The guy looked taken aback then he looked pissed. He grabbed Jessi roughly by the arm and jerked her to her feet. "I paid for your dinner. I expect to get something out of it." He growled. She would be lying if she said she wasn't a little bit scared by the sudden change in his character. She didn't let that fear show though.

"Get you're bloody hands off of me, you jack arse." She said trying to pull her arm out of his hand but to no luck.

[viktor àsvaldr javelin]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] For some reason business was going rather slow tonight which wasn’t making Viktor Javelin very happy in the least bit but at least he had his other means of business to make up for loss of money tonight and it all was wrapped around little pinky like every female he got his hands on. He was currently in the midst of taking care of a fight that had got out of hand between two drunkard men who seemed to be testing out who was the alpha male yet in this situation they both lost out since Vik was ALPHA and king always and everywhere but he had thrown one of the men out the back door and took the other man to his office for Evette to play with. He had to beat the living hell out of him to keep him in the small room in the back then he bit him and handcuffed him to the cheap metal desk then kicked him in the face last time before he discovered he had blood all over his suit which pissed him off more.” Dumma jävel kom blod överallt mig!”he yelled loudly as he yanked off the bloody black tank top and threw on his sleeping prisoner’s face then stalked out of his office to go find one of his bouncers to borrow a shirt from them and got a black skin tight t-shirt then ended up changing out of the leather pants into jeans. Once he finished he had to get back to the front but he heard some more racket going on in his office he sighed then went inside to find the man twisting around trying to get free but all that did was piss off viktor and made him punch the man again and sent a text for his second in command to get her ass to the restraunt now before he killed this mofo and she wouldn’t get anything from him! Sometimes he really just wanted to be the normal restraunt owner and not have to take care of any nucinse by force yet that would never happen and he damn well knew it but that just a tonight feeling because every other night normalcy would bore him to pieces and more than likely make him even more violent towards people this lifestyle was purely for him. He started out to the front by attending to the bartender’s requests and then just talking to his customers making them feel more welcome in his not to normal establishment even if that was the main reason they kept coming, women would flock to him asking if he were single shoving their numbers into his pockets trying to cop a feel of the tall blonde Viking descendent man and then they would demand to see his “fangs” which only he’d show if they were his lady of the night and in that he was extremely picky. It was the sound of an angry woman that caught his attention from the group of blondes he had been currently flirting with and went to her side quickly to gently push her back away from the man and punched the other guy in the nose without even thinking twice.”Vad fan tror du att du håller på med?”Vik yelled as he shook the man’s blood of his hand then realized he was yelling in Swedish and this dumb bastard probably had no idea what he had even said then rolled his eyes at himself and turned to look at the woman once again.”I’m sorry for that Miss but are you alright?”he asked in a thick foreign accent as he ran a hand through his blonde hair to smooth it back. outfit;HERE tag; Jessica/taylor word count; 618 template made by missickle

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[jessica marie austin]

Jessi tried to pull her arm away again, but to no avail. She was really starting to get pissed off. Sometimes she hated being a girl. She hated that men were most of the time, not all the time, stronger then her. And boy did they use that to their advantage. Jessi was getting ready to punch this idiot upside his head when she was gently pulled away from him. She heard a sickening crunch sound as a fist made contact with the idiots nose. The sound of a rough voice speaking Swedish told her all she had to know.

Vik had once again come to her rescue. When Vik turned around Jessi gave him a shaky smile. She had no idea why he was apologizing to her. She was the one that had let the situation get as far as it did. She shook her head slightly, sending her fire red loose curls over her shoulder.

"Vik, why are ya apologizin'? I was the idiot that let 'em get da better of me." She blushed a little as she heard herself talk. She had prided herself with speaking perfect English, and here she was sounding like a backwoods farmer again. All because she had let some idiot American prick scare the shite out of her. She looked down at Vik's hand and let out a sigh.

"Ya'r hands covere' in blood." She said softly and grabbed at napkin off the bar and wiped at his hand. "Thank ye, by da way." She said trying to calm her racing heart down.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Vik was still really seething from the asshole back in his office and this jerkoff trying to take advantage of a good looking female in his restaurant which was only giving him another excuse to beat the shit out of someone just to relieve some of his anger yet that was not going to happen with the beautiful l Irish friend of his standing next to him. He turned his gaze down to look at the short little fiery red head and chuckled lightly,”You really do have a tendency of putting yourself in these situations but don’t worry min lilla ros I know it’s because you want to be saved by me.”he said with a sly smirk before looking back over at the male and shook his head lightly. He had to mentally remind himself that he could not stay out here for too long since he had ‘business ‘to keep an eye on in the back but he was pretty sure that Jessica wouldn’t mind going back there with him if she had to but not before he bought her a drink to make up for this incident, he really did try not to lose his temper in front of his customers or women that really did not know him all that well which was lil miss in the case. He watched her wipe the other man’s blood off his hand while his eyes wondered down her blouse for a short moment then he took her hand in his own and led her to the bar without saying a word until they reached it.”Two shots of Devil’s cut Richie please”he asked the bald bartender before turning to look back down at Jess.”I hope you like Whiskey Lil miss since we both are in need of it.”he said finally to her with another one of his famous mischievous to die for smiles. outfit;HERE tag; Jessica/taylor word count; 312 template made by missickle

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