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Jon 'Revelation' Masterson hates the way he looks. Jeans and a t-shirt, a leather jacket, combat boots is what he ~wants~ to be wearing. Not a Phat Farm sweater and pair of pants that look like they belong on some dude sipping tea with the queen or something. He feels like someone's Grampa. He shoots the bathroom door a glare as he tosses a leather-bound book onto a nearby coffee table before asking "So? How does this look?" he calls over, hoping she'll spring out ready to go already.

A few nights ago he found a flyer outside the apartment on the building billboard. Lancaster's hiring for bartender or bouncer or something. Even convinced Cori to apply with him. He figures since it's a night gig he can get some cash-flow coming in now that his day job is out of the question. He'd called in and quit before they could fire him. If he was gonna be slinging drinks or tossing bums out on their asses he doesn't get why he can't dress like he normally does. This sweater doesn't even show off his guns. He also gave himself a "badass bouncer name" Revelation Cori had rolled her eyes. He figured if someone fucked with him on the job he'd bring down the end of days on their asses. He hadn't planned on looking like a preppy old dude while doing it though.

At least she didn't try and put him in a suit. He hates suits. Plus if he's bouncing someone could grab it and choke him with it. Not that choking works anymore. "Yo, Cori, you about ready?" No answer. He's used to hitting the club scene, but apparently this place is different than the raves and shitty little hole in the wall places he frequents.

Damn, tonight was already shaping up to be just... so... much... fun.

He makes a mental note to hire someone to do Cori's hair and make-up while she sleeps so this **** can be avoided and then scratches the idea since that would be bad for the whole secrecy thing. Damn, was worth a thought.

Vampires don't even need to use the bathroom and somehow she's managed to be in the bathroom forever. Maybe she fell asleep or something (does that **** even happen to vampires?!) . Getting up he walks to the bathroom door and knocks. "Yo babe, you ready cause I'm getting bored and I look like a grampa and I wanna go!"

“Why the hell does he talk so much?” He is sort of like one of those black flies that I recall from home. They buzz around you continuously… hovering… buzzing until they decide where and when they will bite you. They are as annoying as ****… and so is he. For me, ignoring him is my best option, for tonight. Rev suggested that I apply at some bar, as security. It would help increase our cash flow and Lord knows, that it will be needed… being I had called and quit my job the other day. I certainly cannot call my parents and request money… they would ask questions, very detailed questions. This is something I cannot and will not deal with, for now.

Security… Me? No more suits and strappy heels, I need to accept the fact that I am no longer an aspiring lawyer… I am now security at a bar AND I am a vampire. Luckily, my club clothes would suit me just fine for this venture. Not that I frequented clubs, but I always had several outfits ready… just in case.

The ensemble for the night was, dare I say intimidating… and for some strange reason, I liked it. Not just like, but LOVED it. I quickly got into a lacy black bra and a matching thong. I never appreciated those that wore tight fitting jeans that showed pantie lines, I considered it sloppy… and it was. I put on a tight pair of light colored skinny jeans, which hit right above the ankle, a perfect match for my black Doc Martens. Now for the shirt… hmmm, I don’t want to appear too feminine, so a tiny black T would do just fine. I put my hair in a high pony and ensured that every strand was in place. I had done this so many times, that no mirror was needed. Yeah, mirrors… kind of sucks for a woman if she cannot see herself, sucks even more when applying make-up. Luckily, for my sake, I was never one for a lot of make-up. A quick application of lip gloss, some eyeliner and mascara and I am done. I have applied this while driving in my car, on a moving escalator… so doing it without a mirror is no big deal.

A quick spritz of CK perfume and I am done. Maybe it was habit, maybe that fact that I know I am dead… but I just do not want to smell dead. “Damn, he is still babbling!” I neaten the bathroom and open the door with enough force that it hits the wall… “Don’t you know that patience is a virtue?” I said with a harsh tone. “Your incessant babbling was distracting me”. She grabs her coat out of the closet and head to the door. “Let’s go Rev.”

Off into the night they go, Rev trailing behind obviously upset about his clothing selection He hates the sweater. Slacks are a good choice, but the whole sweater aspect is messing with his sense of style, such as it is. The pants suck too. He feels like he's on the way to church, not to a bar or a club.

Cori looks good though, tight little jeans, he can tell she's wearing a thong... nice. Why the **** does she get to wear a T-shirt? That's some ******** right there... ******* women...

On they walk and for once Jon has nothing to say. His eyes on the ground and refusing to meet the gaze of anyone he passes. At least Lancaster's isn't too far away. Still, a car would be nice. The whole walk there he watches his dress shoes moving forward one after the other. Yup, the fun just never stops.

He glances up, checking out Cori as she walks ahead of him. In his mind he is taking her out of those clothes and she is laying back and...

“Oh my God, Jon…can you walk any faster?” Why is it that all men end up trailing behind a woman? I swear it’s so he can stare at my a**. Amusingly, in my mind… it is where they belong, behind the woman. I have not come upon a man yet, that I feel is my equal. Not in intellect, or motivation… and certainly not, in this case, speed. “Jon, damn it… pick up the pace. We are going to be late.” To pass the time, I begin singing… not a song that I am use to singing…

Gently they stir, gently rise
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged limbs and wet souls
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
I called you up to anoint the earth
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin
I called you to wish you well
To glory in self like a new monster
And now I call you to pray

This song comes from my lips as easily as the ABC’s… I have heard it and know its writer… The Doors, and that feminine neanderthal Jim Morrison… I have no reason for singing this song as Jon and I head down the darkened street… which makes me curious and, of course… frustrated.
“Jon, move you’re a** before I pick you up and carry you!!”

Walk faster? He would but then he wouldn't be able to check out her *** as she walked. Plus these stupid shoes weren't comfy. Too rigid and constrictive. "Yeah, yeah, " he mutters. Her carrying him gives him a little mental laugh until he realizes that since she's a vampire she probably could carry him.

It seems to take forever but finally... they arrive.