Third Time's a Charm - locked to iamsexandcandy

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He was an idiot. That's all. Complete and utter idiocy. He was out there, standing in the middle of some fucking vamp bar, staring out at the crowd of fang bangers who were begging to be bled dry while he watched for a head of red hair. Fuck it... he was an asshole for even showing up.

He groaned to himself and shook his head, glancing down at the bar and waiting to see if any of this was going to make any sense here in a minute. It wasn't going to, he figured out. He was just waiting... hoping that something was about to change. Something was going to make him feel like he wasn't the asshole even though this drink in his hand was telling him that he was.

If she didn't show in the next five minutes, he was leaving. No looking back. No trying again. He wasn't going to keep fucking this up.

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Imported from India, the decorator's made the lamp shades just for Jessica. And last but not least were a bunch of hat boxes that had depictions of Indian gods, goddesses, dancers and other things like elephants on them with copper inlaid that was hammered out, and then cut to be very ornate around the lid of each. Each box was smaller than the bottom one. Inside the top one, which looked sort of more worn than the others since she used it to store anything she found to be special. Pressed flowers, cards, trinkets, and so on that she kept from Hoyt, from Bill, from Sookie, and so on. The other ones held clothing, or whatever else she needed them for, she had a desk that was wrought iron, with a small red lap top, a few notebooks, her journal, each notebook was decorated like a journal would be, since she liked using them than using boring, old notebooks. There were pencils, pens, scissors, a stapler and whatever else someone might need very neat on the desk. The phone was one of those cool princess phones that was a dial phone.


The bathroom had black and gray tiles with black and gray towels that were very plush, a black shower curtain with intricate gray designs in it. There were black and red candles decorating the sink counter, and the candles smelled like blood, or so they said. There was a giant mirror over the sink, and the actual sink was a cool, dark metal color that looked like it was scalloped, the knobs were made of wrought iron and had a burnished look to them. The wall held a few lights on it that dangled right above your head in the same colored metal as the sink. The tub was huge, and had clawed feet, it was specially made...since Bill had one too, to be a Jacuzzi as well. There was a window inside where the shower was, and she had a bunch of bath salts, beads, creams, lotions, bath oils, shampoos, conditioners, face cleansers, scrubs, shaving creams, deep conditioners, etc, etc. She had stuff for dry hair, clarifying stuff, cream cleansers, face soaps, scented bath gels,scented liquid soaps from all kinds of expensive companies like Sephora, Philosophy and other places, and cheap stuff from CVS too. She loved all of her products, but they were all organized and the bathroom was kept sparkling clean. The rugs were a dark, charcoal gray and was the cover to the toilet. She had a wrought iron metal shelving unit that fit over the toilet that held her brushes, a basket with folded towels in it, a metal basket with rolled up wash cloths in it. She had another metal basket with all of her hair products in it. There was a shelve over the sink with all of her lotions and creams, her face products and anything else she might need. All of her supplies were underneath the sink, or in the small closet near the door to the bathroom. Behind the door hung two charcoal gray fluffy robes to be used by her and any guests she might have over.