She nods.

"Have fun."

And with that, she's out the door.



Fangtasia just doesn't have that vibe when Eric isn't there on his throne.

Pam fields the usual inquiries from disappointed fangbangers regarding his whereabouts, but all she can say is that he's out of town on business. By the fifth time she has to repeat herself, she resorts to surly looks (surlier than usual, that is) to keep them from asking again.

Two dancers and one bartender called out, so Pam has to pull one of the present dancers to help the head bartender on his shift. A shipment of new glassware and liquor comes in, so all of that has to be put away and inventoried. Ginger, meanwhile, is running around like a chicken with her head cut off. But she does that anyway.

Luckily it's a relatively slow night, so everyone isn't spread too thinly. The only trouble that arises is when a baby vamp decides that taking a selfie while sitting on Eric's throne is a good idea. It's not. It's really not. Pam snatches his phone away and threatens to break it, as well as his neck, if he doesn't get his ass out of the chair.

By the time midnight rolls around, Pam is actively checking her phone every few minutes for a text from Jay, just to distract herself.