Eric set down the pen he'd been twirling in his hand as he read the plethora of emails he had piled up. However out of all the emails the one he was waiting for was not among them. Damn he will have to give the pesky she wolf a call if she was forgetting her duties in finding the vial or any evidence about it. Trashing about 2/3rds of the emails he leaned back. Business was starting to drop. He could see it in the books he went over every night. Right now it was a marginal drop but one that merited note. At this rate the bar would barely break even by the end of the month.
Something was up. Business didn't drop unless there was a good reason, but he couldn't figure out what that reason was. As he looked around the silent office he thought back to the days where all he had to worry about was some yahoo tourist who got a little camera zealous. Now it was things with kings and vials and women in his life who seemed to be determined to prove that vampires could get headaches; more specifically that he could get a headache.
He leaned back on his chair. He had to talk with Nora soon. All these shenanigans about bad mouthing Bill had to stop. She was going to get herself killed and for once, his 1100 years wouldn't be enough to save her.
Something was up. Business didn't drop unless there was a good reason, but he couldn't figure out what that reason was. As he looked around the silent office he thought back to the days where all he had to worry about was some yahoo tourist who got a little camera zealous. Now it was things with kings and vials and women in his life who seemed to be determined to prove that vampires could get headaches; more specifically that he could get a headache.
He leaned back on his chair. He had to talk with Nora soon. All these shenanigans about bad mouthing Bill had to stop. She was going to get herself killed and for once, his 1100 years wouldn't be enough to save her.