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[At first when the video feed clicks on it shows a ceiling but then with the noise of someone knocking things around the camera angle swings wide and downwards, revealing a mop of shaggy hair and then a kind face with blue eyes and the kind of stubble that speaks laziness rather than style, grinning widely enough to show off some perfectly white teeth.] Well hey there... city? I mean I guess I'm talkin' to all y'all at the same time.

[The feed moves as Drew stands, taking his phone device with him.] This thing is a hell of a lot fancier than my cell at home I mean look, 'm basically in HD. [Cue a moment of preening after that particular Texan drawl, the bartender looking at himself for a minute, satisfied with the results.] But uh yeah, guess I'm kinda gettin' off track here. The names Andrew Warner, but my friends call me Drew... so basically all of y'all can call me Drew 'cause we're all gonna be friends, right? [There's a look of glowing optimism in his face because Drew didn't exactly make enemies to begin with.]

Guess life here is kinda like life home, I mean with the basics at least, I'm gonna be tendin' a bar here, so I hope at least some of you like to drink. [He nods at that, as if to himself, it was basically home sweet home... just with some glaring differences that he wasn't going to get into right now because they worried him.]

Thought I'd introduce myself at least... but one last thing. [He grins, eyes suddenly glowing a supernatural blue, the focus of the camera changing momentarily.] Any other werewolves out there? Guess I'm kinda in the business for an alpha.

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Yeah hook-ups. [He laughs ever so slightly.] I mean there sure are... but for a werewolf? Just seein' things ain't always what y'want. Don't get me wrong, its sure as hell a pretty picture, but I'm an all five senses kinda guy.

[Although he shifts on his own screen, raising the cell a little higher so that he can see it more easily, only a slight tremor running through him at the voice, it had him curious as to what the effect would be in person.] Proposition me? Somethin' got ya a little hungry?

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I agree completely.

[ Suffice to say that Jean-Claude's voice in person is an experience. He usually tones it down by default because he gets tired of people pawing at him when it's turned up. Incubus problems. ]

I have been managing, [ because he would not show weakness by implying otherwise, and he has been managing; but the sympathetic play might not go amiss, ] but I would like to find a steady source. And I am rather picky about my food. [ He is, in a way that is somewhat unusual for his sort of vampire. Jean-Claude loathes nonconsensual blood-taking, equates it to rape, and values the luxury he has of attracting willing donors. ]

A wolf is what I am used to, and we could come to an amenable agreement.

[ Well, he's certainly confident. ]

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Well... can't say much about bein' steady. Had a bit of a problem stayin' loyal an' reliable in the past. [He grins, showing that its all in good jest, he just wasn't always great at turning up to work and he was pretty shitty at monogamy too.] But hell, I'm no stranger to offerin' up a bite here an' there. [He actually winks, like a fucking weirdo.] So long as y'treat me right...

[Drew wasn't exactly a an of luxury either. When he said treat me right what he means is give me a soft place to lie down when I get too high from the drugs and woozy from the bloodloss.] But if I can't find myself an alpha while I'm here I guess I gotta find myself somethin'.

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I ask only for consistency, not monogamy. Betrayal is its own matter. Who you sleep with will not trouble me, to say the least. [ Jean-Claude finds monogamy almost completely impossible himself, and he's not about to be a hypocrite toward his casual blood donors here. He is under no illusions as to the structure of the relationship, and is just fine with it as it is proposed.

His smile is not smug, not eager, but indulgent. Almost expectant. Jean-Claude enjoys anticipation. Inwardly, he is hugely relieved to have an option at least potentially secured, although none of that shows. It is one first step. ]

You will find I am no poor substitute for an alpha werewolf. I can speak to your wolf as surely as one. I am told it is uncanny for those who have not encountered this ability before.

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Well consistency could be easy enough, so long as you turn up when y'want somethin'. [He laughs though.] Well thank the lord for that, 'cause tryin'a keep me tied down ain't easy.

Hate to tell you man, an' believe me... I love vampires as much as the next guy. But you're not the real deal. I mean, it'd be as close as a guy is gonna get. But no-one fucks like a wolf... an' no wolf fucks like an alpha. [There's just too much werewolf stuff you're missing Jean-Claude, its not your fault. Drew just has very specific desires when it comes to an alpha.]

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[ He laughs, the same rich, melodic sound as ever. ]

I do not disagree, there is no comparison. Nothing to replace the rawness of it. I merely mean, on a metaphysical level, I can pull at your beast as an alpha would, at least those with which I am familiar. [ He's decided he likes him enough to be candid, rather than reserving this as a surprise, which is absolutely something Jean-Claude would do. ]

It is not the same, no, but it is something you will not have felt before quite like this. Interesting in its own way. [ Plus Jean-Claude has his own benefits, and if there's one thing he is completely sure he is skilled in, it is sex and blood drinking, which are so like each other. ]

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[Drew happens to be a fan of that laugh and part of him wants to be the one to encourage it more often.] There y'go again usin' big words, mister fancy pants. [Because wow, metaphysical, Drew was pretty sure he was only interested in the actual physical but he wasn't about to say that out loud when it could mean something completely different to what he was thinking..]

If you're offerin' me somethin' new and excitin' I'm not the guy who's 'bout to turn you down. [Because Drew was a man of the world and totally open to broadening his own horizons, especially if those horizons were being broadened sexually.]

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[ Jean-Claude's genuine laugh is a surprisingly humanizing part of him, and the more he begins to feel comfortable around someone, the more the amused mask strips away to honest feeling.

Metaphysical does, in fact, mean something very specific and very real in Jean-Claude's case. It does not have the reputation it does in other worlds, for him, precisely because magic has always been real, and known, and the metaphysical is as much a part of reality as tactile experiences. ] Guilty as accused, [ he says in amusement. ] I would ask if you do not like the pants, but you have not yet seen them.

Bon, then we shall meet at some time convenient to you, and you will see what I have been so teasingly alluding to, and afterwards we shall discuss terms that will be amenable. Does this suit?

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[Drew barks out a laugh at that.] Hey from the way y'were talkin' somethin' tells me I shouldn't be too interested in the pants an' maybe I should be thinkin' 'bout what y'have under them. [He grins.] But your pants probably are somethin' more fancy than mine... considerin' they're sweatpants. Damn portal couldn't have grabbed me with a pair of jeans?

[Drew makes a big show of acting like he was thinking, scratching his head.] A time that's convenient to me? Well considerin' my whole life just went out the window it ain't like they gave me a schedule I need to work on. Give me a time an' a place, fancy-pants an' I'm yours.

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[ Despite all his talk, Jean-Claude is not quite ready to engage in casual sex himself, at least not past a certain point. He has not forgotten Anita, who expects monogamy of him even though they aren't dating yet. It is his way of showing her how serious he is about her, that he has given up casual sex to wait for her. That doesn't mean he's giving up everything, but there is a certain line.

Flirting and teasing are well inside the line. Extremely pleasurable feeding sessions... well. His pants stay on. And the longer he's here, the farther that line is going to get pushed in the absence of Anita. ]

Tonight, at a hotel room I have rented-- I will send you the details. [ Some swanky hotel Jean-Claude has rented a room in for this purpose, for two reasons: one is that he does not want to share his daytime resting place, and another is that he is somewhat mortified to have just a tiny closet to himself in shared housing. He is used to having an entire sub-basement underneath a dark circus. No joke. ]

I shall look forward to it with great anticipation. [ He will, actually, as it's the most normal thing he's done here, schedule a werewolf to be his meal for the night. Jean-Claude somehow makes that over-the-top line sound sensual and believable. ]

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Way to make a guy feel like a hooker. [Drew laughs loudly.] If I knew y'were gonna meet me in a hotel room I'd have saved you some money and told you which dorm I'm in. [Because of course, Drew doesn't have a high degree of materialism and wouldn't even think to be ashamed of the shared accommodation they'd all been forced into here. All he knew was that it was cheaper than his apartment back home and cleaner considering he hadn't had a chance to mess it up yet.]

I'll take a nice hot shower then, get your dinner to the right temperature. [He grins, making it painstakingly obvious that this wasn't the first time he'd been in this peculiar situation and that he had no qualms about what it actually entailed.]

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[ He does have a second motive, which is that he doesn't want others to know his daytime resting place if he can help it, but Jean-Claude is nothing if not vain. ] Our first rendezvous shall not take place in a dorm. [ Fancypants is guilty as charged for sure, because he sounds a little snooty here, but his persistent amusement softens it.

Reminds him of Jason, definitely. That is exactly the sort of attitude his pet has. It is odd to find himself missing him, a little. Jean-Claude usually keeps himself at arm's length better than that, but his wolf has gotten under his skin somewhat after what had happened with Seraphina. ]

Merci. But you cannot be a hooker, for I believe in this arrangement I am your-- sugar daddy? [ It sounds completely ridiculous in his accent and with his thoughtful demeanor, like he's looking for the term. It's an act Jean-Claude is playing up for effect. He definitely has a sense of humor past being an upper-class swot. ]

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Well hey man as long as you're payin' I don't mind where we have our first rendezvous. [Definitely incredibly guilty because wow Drew had had many first rendezvous in worse places than just dorms. Cars for example, public bathrooms, anywhere he felt like.]

Aw shit I guess so, I was gonna say y'had to be a hell of a lot older than me to get called a sugar daddy but I'm guessin' there's a pretty good chance that you're older than y'look, huh? [Because that was the thing with vampires, you could never just guess by looking at someone.]