Let the Good Times Roll [Marguerite and Sho]
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				Title: <strong>Let the Good Times Roll [Marguerite and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 23:50:40</strong>
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				He threw the last box down with a groan, reaching back behind him to stretch and pop his back, sore from having spent hours unpacking the apartment. It was small but nice, in a good part of town, and would allow him a nice space to work from. As an author, he spent a lot of time at home, and liked it to be comfortable. The bedroom had a King-sized bed with a chocolate colored leather headboard, and a clean white comforter. All the furniture in his house was modern, made of dark wood, the white leather couch accented by red throw pillows. The countertops were black granite with rich mahogany colored cabinets under it in the kitchen adjoining the pleasant living room with it's flat screen television and small black coffee table with the empty glass bowl. <br><br>His silver laptop rested on top of the coffee table. <br><br>It was almost night-time, and he had just finished unpacking the last of the boxes, stacking the piles of cardboard up against the door where he would take it out to get recycled. The apartment was smaller than the house he had lived in in Georgia but he had been living with his parents then. <br><br>His parents were well-to-do and well-respected in society, but he had never been one for the typical societal circles. He had studied literature in college for a year and then decided to leave, and ended up starting a very successful writing career. He had just turned twenty one and had two best-selling books under his belt, and with that, had decided it was time to get out of Atlanta and move to a new town. New Orleans had been too busy for him so he had settled on Bon Temps, which he had found charming when he visited, and where he had a few friends who he knew distantly from his childhood and who had shown him around.<br><br>One had, jokingly, slipped him a flyer for a bar named Fangtasia when he carried in the last of the boxes.<br><br>Atticus had ignored it at first but he plucked it off of the kitchen counter, looking at it, chewing his bottom lip slowly. He then tossed it back onto the counter and headed into the bedroom. He slipped into a cleaner pair of jeans that were only slightly ripped, slipping on a black button down shirt. He rolled the sleeves back to be a bit more casual, looking at himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door that his friends had hung. His skin was pale enough that he might be mistaken for a vampire, though he wasn't one. <br><br>He was nervous about going to a vampire bar. <br><br>He had never actually met a vampire, though his parents had been sympathetic to their cause because of their great history in the arts, and he had always been rather open to the idea of befriending one though it felt a bit like befriending a hungry lion - a very attractive hungry lion - in his opinion. <br><br>He slipped on a set of sleek black shoes and ran a comb through his hair. His hair was soft, pale strawberry blond, red in some places with golden bits framing his face that were clearly natural and from sun exposure, the color soft and pale and very spring-like. His eyes were a sharp, almost white blue like a crust of ice on a glacier. They were striking in the pale face with the finely sculpted and delicate nose, the full, pink lips that were usually curved into a smile. His cheekbones were high, lashes long and very black. <br><br>He sprayed on a tiny bit of cologne, took a deep breath, then picked up his keys. He had a nice car - a VW - one that was a bit nicer than usual in this town but certainly much more low-key than the Mercedes he would have driven had he been at home. <br><br>He unlocked it and drove down the road to Fangtasia. <br><br>He plugged the location into his GPS and pulled up to the parking lot, getting out and locking his car, leaning against it for a minute and taking a slow breath. Was this a good idea? He didn't care. He was excited and wanted to celebrate being in a new town. <br><br>His feet crunched over the gravel as he headed into the bar, stopping at the rope, showing his I.D. and nodding when told to go in. He headed straight back to the bar, past the black tables and red chairs, immediately heading back and ordering himself a mint julep. It reminded him of home and he thanked the bartender with that thick, saccharine Southern acccent that showed he was from Atlanta and not Louisiana. <br><br>He leant back against the bar, sitting on one of the stools, just looking around.<br><br>He had that reluctance that a wallflower would, just watching the crowd, the faint touch of color in his cheeks and the drink in his hand betraying him as human rather than a vampire, watching everyone mixing together, vampires and humans, though most of the humans seemed to be "fang-bangers", those people obsessed with vampires. <br><br>The black leather and the corsets and the gogo dancers seemed to be a tiny bit overwhelming, though he merely took a sip of his drink, relaxing a bit more against the bar.
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