“Since I started working behind a bar,” Jasper teased lightly, not taking offence despite sticking his tongue out at his sister in jest. He had learned a lot about booze in the past … decade? Was it really twelve years he’d been working for Rafe at Indulge? That seemed about right. He’d learned a whole lot in the past couple years since becoming a vampire, though. Not that he could tell Arya that; she didn’t handle it the first two times he told her, and Jasper didn’t figure a third time would be the charm, as the saying went.
Jasper blinked blankly at the request from Arya, tilting his head as he considered his sister. “If you want to,” he said, shrugging slightly. “But I’m not footing the bill for your drinking, though.” Arya didn’t need him to mix her drinks off the books; there were plenty of lovely, lonely people at Indulge that would foot the bill to get her drunk, if she wanted to play that game. Or she would end up in some Vampire’s lap as a feeding toy, which Jasper didn’t really approve of, but he was pretty good at removing memories from people who didn’t want them, his sister included. Which was a really lucky skill, considering he could barely feed without maiming his latest toy.
“It’ll be kind of quiet,” Jasper added after a few mouthfuls of food and a sip of his ‘wine’, shifting his attention back to Arya with a raised eyebrow. “Sunday,” he added, as if that explained everything. Which it did, really. Most of the partiers were out on Friday and Saturday nights, Sunday rarely made a splash, especially if the following Monday wasn’t a holiday itself. But hey, if Arya wanted to dance the night away, Jasper would hook her up with the appropriate people on the floor. And then hope for the best.
Jasper blinked blankly at the request from Arya, tilting his head as he considered his sister. “If you want to,” he said, shrugging slightly. “But I’m not footing the bill for your drinking, though.” Arya didn’t need him to mix her drinks off the books; there were plenty of lovely, lonely people at Indulge that would foot the bill to get her drunk, if she wanted to play that game. Or she would end up in some Vampire’s lap as a feeding toy, which Jasper didn’t really approve of, but he was pretty good at removing memories from people who didn’t want them, his sister included. Which was a really lucky skill, considering he could barely feed without maiming his latest toy.
“It’ll be kind of quiet,” Jasper added after a few mouthfuls of food and a sip of his ‘wine’, shifting his attention back to Arya with a raised eyebrow. “Sunday,” he added, as if that explained everything. Which it did, really. Most of the partiers were out on Friday and Saturday nights, Sunday rarely made a splash, especially if the following Monday wasn’t a holiday itself. But hey, if Arya wanted to dance the night away, Jasper would hook her up with the appropriate people on the floor. And then hope for the best.
