Disclaimer: BTVS and Anita Blake belong to their respective creators- people who are not me.
Dawn Summers settled in the chair across the desk in the Manager’s Office of the Laughing Corpse from a very young, very badly dressed vampire and huffed in annoyance. Really, who wears a bright orange plaid suit, yellow shirt and brown tie?
Willie McCoy grinned at the young Watcher, pleased as punch to be the one in charge of tonight’s negotiations.
Dawn winced as the Vampire flashed his fangs in an ill-placed remnant of his human self. How could the impossibly suave and sophisticated Jean Claude possibly let such an ill-dressed, roughly mannered fledgling represent his interests?
“So tell me more about this Birthday Party that you are looking to host,” Wille said to open their business transaction.