Fangtasia was buzzing with it's usual crowd, and once again Tara found herself behind the bar. Handing another vampire a warm bottle of tru blood, she was silently fuming. After all the fucked up shit that happened at the Authority, she just wanted things to calm the hell down, but instead she got a maker in denial about the feelings she has for her. It's not like she was bursting with fuckin' Joy over her own feelings, but she's really getting tired of her maker's inability to show emotions that aren't anger and irritation. For the passed month, every time Tara brought up the kiss Pam would clam up and make a snide comment that would push Tara to her limits of control.

Feeling eyes on her, Tara look up and grunted in irritation when her eyes landed on Pam. That was another thing, every time someone showed even the slightest interest in Tara, Pam would scare them off one way or another. It was the only time she would show any sign she had feelings for her. Tara watched the jealousy flicker in her guarded eyes whenever someone touched her in a way Pam didn't like, and a small smirk came to her lips. After realizing this, it became a game. Tara would flirt with someone to get a rise out of her maker, and in turn Pam would stew in her jealousy, too proud, or just to damn stubborn to admit her feelings.

Tara sighed, she was getting tired of this fuckin' game and Pam was as stubborn as ever. She knew using Pam's only obvious weakness would be the only way to get her to finally admit her feelings, but the obvious flirting wouldn't work. A thought crossed her mind, but she soon dismissed it. There was no way she was going to fake a relationship with any of these brain dead mother fuckers.

Unless...

With a wicked smile, she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to a number she hadn't used in a while. Hitting send, she wiped the counter down for the hundredth time. If Pam wanted to play hard to get, she'd have to level the playing field. Feeling her phone buzz, she looked down and smirked at the reply.

'I'm in. Your move.' -D.

"Tara, quit playin' with that toy and meet me in my office," Pam drawled, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

Sitting her rag down, she hurriedly sent the last text, before heading into the lions den.

'showtime.'-T.

"I need you to take inventory of everything on this list, and when you're done head back to work," Pam instructed, never looking up from her laptop.

"That's it? You couldn't tell me that down stairs? Oh, you just wanted to see me come when you called like I'm your fuckin' slave," Tara growled, short tempered.

"No," Pam said, finally looking up,"... A slave wouldn't talk back."

Tara's fists clenched, and she did everything she could to control herself, when her phone rang. Pulling it out with a glare, her eyes softened when she saw the name flash across the screen.

"Hey," she sighed.

"Hey hot stuff, I've got good news for you," the voice on the other line replied, getting a slight frown from Pam.

"Yeah? And what's that," Tara asked, voice dripping with seduction.

"Mmm. I'm in town for a while, I was hoping I could come see you," the voice purred.

"Then you know where to find me, but unfortunately my maker is glaring death at me, so I gotta go," Tara smirked, watching Pam sneer at her before going back to her laptop.

"Poor baby, don't worry, I'll make it all better later," the voice hummed, sounding playful.

"I look forward to it," Tara said, hanging up and leaving with a smirk at Pam's slight growl.