Wednesday licked his thumb and rubbed it over the mark, leaving untouched skin in its wake. "Well both offers stand open to you. But I do insist on some sort of bind. I was hoping the blood would save me from drinking anymore diabetic piss, but I suppose kinship is not for everyone. It leaves up the mead." He waved his hand over the bartop and six glasses of yellowish liquid appeared. "You understand, I'm a creature of tradition." He winked at the Marquis and thrust a glass into the man's hand, taking on himself. "To our respective tasks." He tinked his glass against the other and swallowed it in one gulp. "Jesus bloody Christ it gets worse every time."
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Date: 2005-12-19 11:13 pm (UTC)