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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Light drizzle my fucking ass." </span><br/>
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It was October 29th, two days away from All Hallow's Eve and as the surrounding metropolis of Black City was busy making preparations, Andromeda Dupree was no exception. She stood behind her own establishment, The Howling Hour, her very own bar and grill that had flourished dramatically in the seven years since she'd first opened. The alley out back housed the dumpster, where she would periodically take out the trash throughout the day. Of course, she wasn't due to open her doors for a while, but a werewolf had much energy to burn and every day was an early day for Andromeda.<br/>
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She tossed a black sack of garbage over the side of the dumpster, looking every bit pissed as she let the rain fall over her. In a sense, it was calming. Cool droplets of water landing on warm, lush skin, washing over her like a lover's caress. However, the rain's strength seemed to intensify and she was sure she'd have to shower before opening, just another duty to add to her already overwhelming to do list. Perhaps she was not in a bad mood due to the rain and the workload that awaited her inside, but perhaps the fact that her Kostas had been at sea for nearly a month.<br/>
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Kostas Holland was of the merfolk and a fisherman, an occupation that kept him away from home for days, weeks, and even months at a time, depending on the job. Normally, his absence did not bother Andromeda in such a way. Of course, she always missed her love when he was away, but Kostas always had a way of finding his way back to Andrea. No, it was simply a fear that she would not be able to spend her favorite holiday with the man she loved more than her entire world.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Please be alright, my love." </span>Andromeda sighed into the rain, glancing up at the darkened sky before she decided it was time to head back in. As she made her way through the back entrance, through the storage room, and into the bar, she took a moment to look around. It was clean, for the most part. Really, the dishes just needed a good wash and then she could begin sweeping and placing Halloween themed table centerpieces on each table. Momentarily she'd thought of texting Samantha to ask for help, but she knew her best friend was likely busying herself in her florist shop, Nature's Touch, putting perfect finishing touches on the centerpieces Andromeda had commissioned. She was due to be arriving an hour before the bar opened, which would allow Andromeda and Samantha plenty of time to have the center pieces in order before the guests arrived.<br/>
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A sharp knocking came at her front door then, a beautiful glass door with a mahogany frame, the glass itself textured to look cloudy so that one could not see in from the outside. Though as she looked upwards, her chocolate, sharp eyes narrowed at the door, she could see a man's silhouette on the thresholds other side. Who in the hell could that be, was the CLOSED sign hanging from the door not sign enough that she was, I don't know, fucking closed? A long, exhadurated sigh rolled past Andromeda's lips as she began striding towards the front door. Once she reached her destination, she began the process of unlocking the deadbolt then the door knob, sliding the safety latch at the top open before she jerked the door towards herself, exposing the visitor on the other side. There stood none other than Niklaus Erikson.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Fuck. No." </span>Andromeda hissed through gritted teeth immediately, no interest whatsoever in Niklaus's reasoning for showing up at her establishment hours before she was set to open. She began to slam the door shut, but Niklaus's polished Italian leather shoes slid between the door and the threshold, effectively preventing Andromeda from closing it. Andromeda took a step back as Niklaus nudged the door open, a wolfish grin on his face.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Ahh, Andromeda Dupree. You are quite the sight for sore eyes, darling."</span> The Brit purred, his accent thick and heavy and very, very annoying to Andromeda's sensitive ears.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"You've got ten seconds. <i>Ten</i>. If your words do not pique my interest, I'll decorate this bar with your entrails. It'll certainly save me money on Halloween decorations." </span> The werewoman snapped and an amused bout of laughter rolled past Niklaus's lips.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"As viscous as ever, I see. I hate to bother, " </span>Andromeda was sure that was a lie, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"but, I'm afraid my gallery visitors have purged my establishment of alcohol and I'm in need of a bottle. I was hoping perhaps you'd humor me, allow me to drink here while I plan my holiday, and in return I will extend my contract payout to you by $5,000."</span> Niklaus said, smirking as he allowed the request to sink in for Andromeda.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Fine. You touch anything other than the alcohol I hand you, the threat about your entrails will quite quickly become a promise. Understood?"</span> Andromeda offered and Niklaus's smirk morphed into a grin.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"A gracious woman is a gift, Andrea, and you are indeed a gift." </span>Niklaus declared, striding into the bar as he shut the door behind him and Andromeda sighed, turning to walk behind the bar herself to pour him a whiskey, which she knew he'd request. As she slid the drink in front of him, dark eyes full of annoyance, she felt her phone in her back pocket buzz. Slipping the iPhone from its resting place, she glanced down at the text.<br/>
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<i>Closing up shop early to help you prepare for All Hallow's! I'm bringing burgers. </i>As Andromeda read the text from her best friend and Magi, Samantha Oliver, her shoulders untensed just a bit. If there was anything that would prevent the ever grumpy Andromeda Dupree from flipping her shit, it was food.<br/>
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