Walking down the steps from the apartment above the shop "Hello, welcome to Silverblood Bloodlines, Im Mai " Smiling at him "hello David, glad you could make it"

Clad in heels, a pencil skirt that stopped under her knees, killer red heeled shoes and a red silk shirt tied at the side, proudly showing off the growing baby bump

"how have you been David? Did you find your way here okay?" Running a hand through her long red hair, making her way towards him, "please, come on in and I'll get you measured" Gesturing him to enter further into the shop

Smiling at him, picking up her note pad and measuring tape, "um....on that stool please?" Pointing to the stool behind a screen.

Laughing "oh i think he knows, he tends to be very......complimentive enough, even when I feel like the side of a house" Sighing gently, before getting to work, taking thorough notes, and measurments

Chuckling now and then, as she stopped to take notes looking up at him "you sound like Arthour"

Smiling up at him "thats the measurments done, now all I have to do is make the tuxedo and then we will get you in to fit the suit perfectly"

Chuckling "its nothing really, this is my job" holding up her hands "its my pleasure, your sister is one of our friends"


Placing the note pad on her work desk.

Text to Davey: Hey babe, technical difficulties at the recital. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Ryan pressed send, then turned off his cell phone. It was the utmost in rude behavior to have your cell phone go off in the middle of a piano recital, especially for the instructor that was watching and supporting his students from the wings.

The auditorium was small, only a smattering of family and friends of his pupils taking up the first ten rows of seats. It was quiet and dark as each student took their turn at the grand piano that remained on center stage throughout the show. It had been two hours since he sent the text to David, and Ryan found himself announcing the final performer for the evening, finally. He had arranged the performances to start with the student with the least experience and training, a cute little pixie-like girl with copper red braids and freckles upon her shining cherubic cheeks.

The final performer, a young man who Ryan had taken under his wing just four years prior, walked confidently onto the stage. Ryan shook the young man's hand and with a pat to his shoulder, wished him luck. "Knock 'em dead, Steve." He smiled warmly, then moved out of the spotlight to allow his student to capture the attention he sorely deserved.

The piece was complex, serene and somber. The Goldberg Variations by J.S. Bach was no easy task. And as the music soared and fell, Ryan felt himself being moved. His hands were folded together in front of himself, but his fingers played along. His blue eyes were closed and he looked completely lost in the work. Knowing that a more difficult part of piece was coming up, he opened his eyes and silently encouraged Steve to go for it.

Steve nailed the part, and Ryan smiled. He was very pleased. The other students who were still backstage all put their hands together in a quiet applause for their tutor. It was a very happy moment for them all. They'd all worked very hard for this recital and despite a few mistakes, it had gone very well. Steve finishes his piece, lifts his hands from the keys and places them in his lap. The room is utterly quiet until one brave soul dares break the magical ambivelance of the room and begins to applause. Then all of the parents are on their feet and it sounds as if the auditorium is full of cheering admirers.

Ryan grabs two of the gathered student's hands, urging them all out onto stage with Steve. Once they reach the piano, he lets go of one student and reaches his hand out to congratulate Steve on a job well done. Then he turns, and en masse, they bow to the audience. There's not a dry eye in the house as parents and friends alike beam with pride.

And then it was over. Ryan rushed the students back stage and stood aside as they were greeted by their parents. There were exclamations of pride, and hugs to go around. Ryan had been hugged several times and bore the brunt of many pats to the back. It was a very good night, indeed. And once the chaos began to subdue, Ryan noticed Steve off by himself. He felt a tinge of regret for the guy.

Steve was highly talented, and Ryan's star pupil. He didn't know the differences between keys when he first began his journey into the world of music and in just four years had very nearly come close to mastering the classics. But Steve had a sad story. He'd been raised on the streets, and was very close to becoming a juvenile delinquent. Offered the chance at music school over juvenile hall, Steve had wisely chosen music. It was the best decision of his young life.

"Steve," Ryan made his way around the thinning crowd over to the young man, only six years his junior. "That was some impressive playing." He smiled, reached to shake Steve's hand and pull him into a half hug. "You've made me very proud." It was true, and showed in the shine in Ryan's eyes and in his smile.

As usual, nobody had showed up to hear Steve play. It nearly broke Ryan's heart each time Steve searched the audience to come up disappointed, time after time. How could nobody care about this fun loving, talented young man?

"How about a drink, to celebrate?" It was Steve who made the offer. And Ryan agreed to just one drink. He was already very late for his tuxedo fitting and dinner with David.

David!

"Sure, let me make a quick phone call and we'll head out." The crowd of parents, friends and students had completely cleared the room, leaving Ryan and Steve all alone. Ryan had his phone to his ear, waiting for David to answer. It went to voicemail, David must have been in the middle of changing. Leaving a short message, "Hey, just got done. Going to have a drink and be there soon."

No sooner did he hang up the phone, he felt Steve right behind him. Ryan turned, to laugh and make a joke about stalking tendancies. Instead, he was met, full on, with a kiss that left him shocked. He didn't know what to do, stunned and speechless. Steve's arms encircled him, pinning Ryan's arms to his sides.

The kiss was so sudden, so intense. Ryan struggled to get away for a few moments until his mind stopped arguing with his body and simply gave in. And when his eyes fluttered closed, he knew he was in deep, deep trouble. It was then that Steve released Ryan's arms and moved his hands to cradle Ryan's face. Instincitvely, Ryan lifted his arms to rest upon Steve's beltline, hooking his thumbs into beltloops. He tugged, pulling Steve closer.

And then it was over. Steve pulled his head back, eyes opening slowly as he panted lightly. He stared into the eyes of his mentor, his teacher. Blue eyes as crystal as water, questioning, hoping. It took a moment for Ryan to open his eyes, so overwhelmed with the burning eagerness of Steve's kiss. And when his eyes opened he blew out a deep sigh. "Oh crap," he murmured, and pulled Steve back for another. He was too irresistable, and Ryan was caught up in the moment.

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A half hour later, Ryan found himself in front of the appointed shop for his tuxedo fitting. He wasn't proud of what had just happened, and prayed that it wouldn't happen again. Stepping inside, he waited for the proprietess. He found the service to be top notch. He was measured and fitted within a half hour, leaving the store and proprietess to the alterations of his tuxedo. Stepping out into the night, Ryan began to walk home, hands deep in his pockets. He had a lot to think about.

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Whistling a happy tune with his kitty by his side. Wearing a forest green v-neck shirt with black swirls and nautical stars on it, another stolen pair of skinny jeans his sister was bound to kill him for that one day, and green Converse completed the outfit. Arm in arm or arms wrapped around his fuzzy kitty as he lead him towards Mai's shop, "Now there's no need to be nervous. Mai is a very sweet and lovely lady. She'll be able to get you taken care of."

Bzz! Bzz! Bzz! Forest hues rolling as he took out his phone. As he typed out the message he spoke, "Yes...Sissy...I'm...Taking...Him...Right...Now...Cool...Your...Jets..."

Hitting the send button he shoved the phone in his pocket smiling to Visk, "Don't let my sister intimidate you. She's all bark and no bite when it comes to me and those I hold dear."

Stealing a kiss as they continued to make their way to the shop.

"Of course you will. I make everyone look good." A bedazzling smile crossing his face as he walked along. To Visk's question he nodded, "Of course you are. If you weren't I wouldn't be dragging you along on my sister's orders to get you fitted for a tuxedo to come to her wedding. It is kind of a big thing."

Nuzzling him as they approached the shop. He would push the door open and lead Visk inside. Clearing his throat as he looked around, "Mai! You smoldering temptress you! I am here to get my kitty fitted for a tuxedo!"

Content to just lean against Visk inside the shop while they waited.

Standing in the Center of the room, pinning the materials together for a bridesmaid dress "hey, you two"

Smiling, the ruby red eyes shining happily, seems she is happy at her work and all the happy feelings that were left in the room affecting her mood, walking over to them slowly almost gliding "you must be Visk?" Looking to the feline, then at David "i dont know if I should offer to give you a Champagne dahling you seem to be very bubbly without having any" Indicating to the couches by the window.

"Take a seat gentlemen, I'll fetch you a drink, and I need you to try on your Tuxedo david" Her Accented voice soft, before moving off to the small kitchen hidden behind a gossamer curtain

"I V-Visk" he nodded in answer to Mai's question, a touch of sadness crossing his lips as he was left unable to see the Smouldering temptress. Was she really that beautiful? Or was it one of the many lies that words held, to make them feel good? She could be ugly. But he was just left with the image of a beautiful woman. Will David lie when Visk in suit?

"M-Milk?" Calling after Mai when she moved into the kitchen, a warm smile on his face whilst his tail tickled David's nose playfully. Mai smelt peculiar, under that mask I perfume she smelt of...Death? Blind eyes rose up to greet David's nose and he whispered cautiously "M-Mai nice b-but...V-Visk smells s-strange smell," shifting eyes glancing back to the kitchen.

Who the heck smelt of sweet blood?! Something unnatural of course, and he hates unnatural things (says a walking, talking car).

"V-V-Vampire?"

His entire face blazed with fear, his eyes drastically widening in horror to the truth and his tail firmly squeezed in both paws. Vampire! Blood sucker and killer and monster of the night! His home was alive with them, well sort of alive, and the stories...The stories of bloody nights of debauchery and skulking in the night. He had heard much with these ears, and now he was finally in the presence of one.

Even the milk was paid no attention with the fear already consuming him. The Khajiit sharply drew David in and...Whimpered. Like a child, lost and frightened. But who wouldn't when you meet your first vampire?

Like his sister David was very observant. Not to mention open minded. He watched the exchange between the two. Smiling apologetically to Mai as he tried to soothe Visk with calming words and pets. To Mai's question he smiled sweetly and shook his head, "No it doesn't bother me at all. I knew what you were but honestly didn't think it was that big of a deal. You see the reason Darcy doesn't mind is the fact she was one once upon a time. Her and May did some weird mumbo jumbo magical thing and now she's human."

Shrugging as he gave Visk a kiss to calm him down, "It's okay I'll be right here with you. I can't take your measurements because I'm not any good at that stuff. She's going to take good care of you. I can go with you if you like? Then try on my tuxedo afterwards?"

That last question was directed to Mai as he quirked his brow.

Visk purred happily at the loving pets, a paw resting on the thigh of David as he cuddled close, a soft smile of comfort on his lips. The kiss was gently returned, his eyelids closing until David broke off. David knew Vampire, and Visk trusts David so...

"Visk t-trust Mai, s-so I am r-ready for m-measurements," his smile stretching out wider until a fang or two was visible. The fingers squeezed David's thigh and he whispered "Visk w-wish privacy s-so David n-no gets s-shameful sights of t-this ones body," a hint of crimson striking the cheeks and he kissed the nose of David, sighing quietly.