Glass Hearts

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Jeremy stands outside the club and smirks. Everyone is focused on him and he can feel the desire. Jim and Lance join him and start feeding as Leann and Verruca come up to them.

"I said it before and I'll say it again Jeremy, it's a damn good thing you're not a sex demon. Not one of the fantasies I've seen are about me or Jim. Oh, look, your potential partner is about half way down the line." Lance says a bit sarcastically, he's still not sure that it's a good idea for Jeremy to take another slave. He shakes his head, for someone that didn't like dealing with slaves he sure does have a lot. But he does have to admit many were due to circumstances not entirely under Jeremy's control.

Jeremy smirks at the others and then gives a small shy smile to the policeman that was trying to get his attention. "You guys better go on in. I think I'll show the officer how to jump the queue." The others nod and go on past the bouncer guarding the door. All he did was give appreciative looks to the girls before shooing them inside.

"Officer, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name earlier." Jeremy says going up to the man and smiling at him shyly. Jeremy could hear the man's increased heart rate. A closet homosexual then, refusing to allow himself to be who he is. Jeremy allows his smile to get a little bigger.

"O'Bryant. Dermot O'Bryant," the officer says as he's pulled out of the queue. "Hey, I've been standing there for sometime." He complains.

"Shh, I know, but I don't see the need to queue up when we can just walk in. Come on," Jeremy says and urges the man ahead of him. The bouncer sees Jeremy and lets him in but wasn't so happy about letting in Dermot. 

"He's with me," Jeremy says and the bouncer sighs as he lets him in. Dermot didn't hear what the bouncer said but Jeremy did and he has to hide his laughter.

Jeremy all but pulls him into the club needing to get out of the doorway before he's blocked in by other people usually females.

"I see what you meant earlier. Damn are they like this every time you come?" Dermot asks the demon he's with.

Jeremy smiles at Dermot slyly, "Yeah, but it's not just females, some males do it to. This is why I don't like clubbing."

That comment just makes it so Dermot looks over Jeremy once more, "Well, can't say as I blame them, you sure clean up nice." As he looks Jeremy up and down the tight leather pants make Dermot swallow hard.

Jeremy looks at him in concern, "Are you okay? We can leave if you want, perhaps it's too hot in here?"

"No, I think I just need a drink. Would you like something? I did say that I would buy you a drink if you came." Dermot says but just then Jim comes over and hands him a drink. Then he hands Dermot another drink.

Dermot looks at it, "Sex on the beach, have you had that before?" Jim asks innocently enough as he hands the drink to Dermot.

"Sex yes, the drink, no." He takes an experimental taste and then decides that although it's fruitier than he prefers he likes it. He misses Jim's evil smirk as he finishes the drink. But Jeremy didn't.

"What did you do to his drink Jim?" Jeremy demands.

Jim looks at him innocently, "Nothing, but the bartender used double the amount of vodka that is normally used and a better grade."

Jeremy closes his eyes and sighs, "Why would he do that Jim?"

"He was under the mistaken impression that the drink was for me. He knows that I like my drinks strong. Oh, the officer is done with his drink already," Jim smirks, "I'll just order another for him shall I?" And before Jeremy can say anything Jim slips on back to the bar and orders another round of drinks.