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Elle pulls the V8 pick up into the alley of her Haven, hopping out of the truck and motioning for Dog to join her.
She unlucks several deadbolts with different keys and lets him in, checking the alley for anything unusual, a couple of her blood dolls hanging out and waving.
"I'll take care of you in a bit guys." she says before letting Dog in and locking the door.
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Dog wanders in behind, her, checking things out. Kinda weird, girl must spend all of her money on clothes.
He takes his jacket off and tosses it on the couch.
"So, here, or the bedroom?" he asks.
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"Sure... you need to change into something else?" Dog asked, unbuttoning his shirt.
She didn't have to change into anything fancy just for him. Silly girl.
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"You think I brought you back for a fuck?" she asks evenly, not letting any sarcasm into her voice.
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"What else do you ask guys back to your place for? At 3AM?" Dog asked, confused.
Hell, he didn't show anyone his Haven, even if he was fucking them.
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"I came to talk business..." she says, eyeing him, "were fucking vampires what other time of night do we have?"
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"Business? OK..." Dog said, fishing some bills out of his pocket.
Crazy bitch. He didn't normally pay for it, but he was here anyway.
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Elle grins, teasingly sliding her jacket off to reveal an impossibly low cut tank top just to tease the poor bastard.
"No honey... Not that kind of business... Hound business..."
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"I got my shit cleared with the Sheriff and the old Hound, I didn't do shit," Dog said.
He pulled a cigarette out and lit it. "So what the fuck kind of business you think you got with me?"
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