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When Pam arrives back at Fangtasia, Ginger is gone and the floor is spotless, but she's miserable and bitchy. Well, bitchier than usual. The cement has almost completely dried on her clothes, and worse, in her hair.

But she did manage to save her shoes.

Muttering curses under her breath, she makes a beeline for the private bathroom in Eric's office. Dumping her clothes in a chalky, mucky pile on the floor, she steps into the shower and plans to stay there for infinity.

Or at least until her hair stops being crusty.

Bill fucking Compton. He had the nerve to try to rub Eric out. And he must have been the one who sent Ruben after her. Saving her Maker's life and diving into wet cement after staking a vampire was not her idea of a great night.

Bill. Fucking. Compton.

And after an entire bottle of shampoo, her hair is still crusty.

Eventually, Pam steps out of the shower and pulls on a thick, fluffy bathrobe. Small luxuries are welcome right now. She's not as miserable anymore, but she's still as bitchy as all fuck.

She wanders out into the bar, brushing the last bits of cement out of her wet, stringy hair.

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Eric walks through the door, still covered in chalky, grimy cement, and stops.

Pam.

Edited 2015-05-22 08:44 (UTC)

Pam also stops. And she stares at Eric for a moment. He kind of looks ridiculous with the white-gray chalk coating his clothes and face, making his red-rimmed eyes look even redder.

"Did you kill him?" she asks flatly.

"Please tell me you killed him, because I will never get all the cement out of my hair."

"I gave him a much worse punishment," Eric replies, suddenly acutely aware of how he must look.

Covered in cement.

A visible testament to just how wrong things had gone.

Pam can't think of a much worse punishment for Bill at the moment, but okay.

"Ruben tried to kill me, by the way," she says abruptly.

In case Eric was wondering. At all.

"I took him out."

She seems a little smug about that.

Oh.

He looks - well, sheepish.

Except that Eric fucking Northman doesn't do sheepish. Ever. At all.

So instead of apologizing or making sure that she is all right (she is Pam and besides he would know if she wasn't ) he merely says, "Great. On top of everything I'm out an assassin."

Not that Ruben had ever been a particularly good one.

He still looks a little sheepish though.
If h hadn't been a vampire, he might have fidgeted a little.

She gives him the flattest of flat looks at his response.

"I have zero patience with that shit."

She thought she was done before, but she's even more done now.

"I had to stake him. He came at me with silver and tried to choke me. I'm gonna take a wild stab in the dark and guess that Bill sent him?"

Haha, stab in the dark, see what she did there.

He nods.

Small specks of cement come loose and drift down to the floor. Like depressingly grey snowflakes.

"Yeah. He stole my phone."

He runs a hand through his hair.
It - doesn't really help.

She watches dust and grit fall from his hair.

"And you didn't kill him? What did you do?"

"I followed him. He'd gone back to Sookie's."

He runs at his face, releasing another shower of fine grit.

"He was going on about how he was only protecting her and she was buying it. So I asked if he was going to tell her the truth? That he been sent to procure her for the Queen. Because of what she was. That he let her be beaten. So he could feed her blood."

His voice turns silky.

It had been a glorious sight, the brutal shredding of Bill Compton's pipe dreams.

She sighs and shakes her head.

"If my one weakness ever turns out to be a human, just kill me," she says dryly.

A pause, as she looks Eric up and down.

"You should go take a shower."

He runs his hands through his hair again, achieving even more of a hedgehog look.

"Yeh," he agrees. "If there is any hot water left."

She just gives him another flat expression.

"Cement is a bitch to get out of your hair, okay?" she retorts.

Eric wisely lets it drop and heads to his private shower, managing to pulls his top off over his head with a little wrangling.

It's done stiff.

It just isn't his bathroom he steps into.