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DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. Simon Coell is a vampire. He is also MY character. If I see anyone using them or other characters that resemble them too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. Ahem. Thanks very much!

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Sexual innuendo; reference to alcohol; mild language

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"This is stupid."

"Couldn't you have fun at least once in your life?"

"I have fun. In my room, by myself." A.J. leaned back against the plush booth backing as she crossed her arms and pouted stubbornly. "How the hell did you even talk me into this in the first place?"

Simon sat across from her, in one of his suit jackets A.J. didn't even know he owned. No bandages on his hands or messy hair either. He almost actually looked human. The vampire sighed and rested his cheek on his hand. "You told me you were bored. Remember?" He replied dryly.

The wolfa rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean 'take-me-to-some-fancy-restaurant-Simon' by that statement. Usually, when I say that I'm bored, that's when you say something like, 'Hey, why don't we go hunting or play football or something, A.J.? Something that won't bore you to death further.'" She huffed her breath and sunk lower in her seat.

"I thought a change of pace would lighten your mood," Simon grumbled.

"No. You just thought you'd get me drunk and hopefully get some tonight," she replied with a sneer.

If Simon could have blushed, he would have. "What?!" He nearly shouted. "Your bloody beau would wring my neck for that!"

"Doesn't mean it wasn't part of your plan," A.J. teased again with a grin.

Simon just looked away and frowned. "...Didn't work?"

"Nope."

"Buggas."