[ There is something incredibly hilarious about being let inside Steve Harrington's house in order to try and cover up the remnants of what he can only assume was a wild night. He whistles when he gets a good look at it, and shakes his head, letting out a laugh. ]
Shit, she really did a number on you. [ It's a bit weird seeing Steve like this, so casual, considering he's so used to being in monster fight mode, but it's nice. There might be a sting of envy (and whether that's because someone else is getting some and not him, or whether that someone is Steve in particular he refuses to indulge lest it give him a headache) but mostly he's just happy. He's happy that they're even in this position where the worst thing they have to worry about is how to cover up smattering of love bites. ]
So this is the famous casa del Harrington. [ He takes his time walking inside, flashing a grin at Steve, his bag of supplies clinking slightly as he walks further inside. ] Where'd you want to do this?
( normally, normally steve wouldn't really care if someone heard the stories or saw some evidence of his escapades. or maybe steve as he was two years ago.
now he does care, so he lifts a hand to his neck and tries not to touch the hickeys that definitely look like a vampire went at his neck because they're still at the stage they're sore. he clears his throat. ) Uh, kinda. I think it looks worse than it is. ( he shifts his hand, rubs the back of his neck. ) The spots from the demo-bat bruise kinda scarred and I guess this is what happens now-- yeah.
( why he has to explain himself to eddie? steve's not really sure. he just, kinda feels like he should. it's that or there's something about eddie that confuses him and makes steve feel a little off-balance always, but not in a way that has him nervous.
he snorts at the comment on his house, turns into the house. ) This is it. All in it's cream and pastel fame ( everything was decorated by his mom, updated recently though his parents spend more of their time out of town than within their goddamn house. steve sticks his hands into the pockets of his sweats. ) Sadly you missed it's glory days, Munson.
( and then he stops, thinks about that for a moment. it's a little wild to have eddie here, in his house. to be hanging out so ) You need good lighting right? So there's the bathroom down here or on the couch in the living room. What's easier for you? You're the expert.
[ The mere mention of the demobats causes Eddie to flinch, his hand automatically going to his side, to his own matching scars. There's maybe a reason he hasn't been too enthusiastic about rushing into bed with anyone else since everything went down.
How do you even explain to someone who isn't in the know how you got these scars? He guesses that people generally don't care when it comes to Steve Harrington, but Eddie? Well, Eddie already has enough of a reputation as a freak that it's not like anyone is lining up to be with him.
Still, he listens attentively, keeping his face neutral since this is about Steve, not Eddie. Sure, he will absolutely flirt with Steve to his heart's content, but he knows better than to assume there's anything there to be reciprocated. ]
Shit, man. Well, let's get you cleaned up then.
[ He's a bit nosy as Steve leads him further into the house, glancing at family photos, though it doesn't look like there has been anything recent. Before he can think too much into that, though, he's left with the question of where to go, between the bathroom and couch. ]
Living room, I think. We'll be more comfortable here. I promise I won't get any concealer on your precious couch. Probably costs more than our whole trailer.
[ He cracks a grin, gesturing to the couch with his head. ]
Yeah and-- I don't know. Never mind. It's probably weird to go into it. ( he's not sure why he even started down the path where he tells eddie about any details of his love life but it had started to come out. steve resists the urge to rub at his neck again, tries to keep it cool.
be cool, he repeats to himself, and almost misses when eddie speaks. )
Couch it is. ( eddie grins and steve matches it, grins back as he sweeps a hand toward the couch like he's leading the way and eddie can't see the thing. he snorts at the comment though, shakes his head. )
Nah, don't worry about that. No one will notice if you do even if that couch is probably worth, yeah, like three grand? I spilled beer on it before my parents visited last time and my mom didn't notice though she swears it's her favorite thing in the house. ( or that may be the piano, or the vases from italy, or some other piece ordered in an abandoned for either steve or the maids that still come around to deal with.
steve leads them to the couch and then sits down so he's sitting with his shoulder pressed to the back, plenty of room in front of him for eddie. he clears his throat. ) How do we do this? ( his shirt is partially hiding the marks but he guesses that eddie can work around that. )
[ It's easy enough to push thoughts of Steve and someone else out of his head. It's a lot harder to do when Steve is sitting right in front of him with the evidence of Steve's date night staring him in the face. He doesn't mean to gulp or show anything resembling jealousy on his face as he tilts Steve's head to the side to get a better look and tries to resist the urge to brush his fingers across the bruised skin. ]
Your parents really aren't that observant then, huh? I so much as spilled water on the couch and I got... [ He pauses as he wonders if he should go into detail about the treatment he got from his parents before he was taken in by Wayne. ] Well, let's just say I'm glad Wayne lets me get away with more shit.
[ Now that they are seated on the couch, there's nothing more to it than getting right down to business. He digs out the small container of concealer and setting powder as well as a few different types of makeup brushes and a sponge that looked like it was purchased from a drug store. ]
I'm gonna hope that the shade of concealer I have will blend in enough that this isn't just going to look super obvious. Just, keep your head tilted like so -- [ He pauses to adjust so that the bruised skin is much more accessible. ] And try not to move, yeah? [ He doesn't wait for a response before he unscrews the cap off the concealer and starts to dab some of it on the back of his hand, using the makeup sponge to layer the concealer little by little to cover up the pigmentation. ]
Not really. ( steve says after a moment, not really want to think about it. his parents aren't that observant; it's a fact. they have a lot happening, he understands, but sometimes -- often -- he feels a bit bitter that they're so wrapped up in other things of anything he does until it's a step out of the cookie cutter mold that being a harrington should have put him in.
so he shakes that thought away, focuses on eddie. )
Parents can suck and your uncle seems like a good guy. ( steve got the sense of that from nancy, honestly, and dustin. when eddie was hiding and wayne was so worried. he hasn't really spent time with him and he can't judge himself, but he's glad that eddie was with him if his own parents were pissed about water. steve was lucky. his parents, when around, weren't cruel.
he sits in front of eddie and lets him move his head, position him how he wants it. the touch is-- the touch isn't unexpected but steve finds he misses it the second eddie's fingers are off his skin. that's new, makes butterflies flutter through his stomach. huh.
then eddie's back with a sponge and steve's not really sure what he's doing. ) I can stay still. ( he says to say something, brain lagging behind. ) And hopefully it covers... You are a lot paler than I am. Kinda vampy. ( eddie's got that metalhead, pale and pasty thing going but not in a bad way. steve's lost some of his summer tan through the harsher months, yeah, but even pale he's got more of a tan to him. )
[ while it's certainly not the same, eddie can't help but compare their upbringings. eddie's brand of parenting was neglectful in a much different way from steve's, resulting in eddie nearly getting pulled into the wonderful world of juvie at such a young age.
but he got out of it in the end, wound up with an uncle who's been a better parent than he could have ever hoped for. but steve? steve's stuck with his parents, and Eddie can't help but feel a touch sad, even though he doesn't know the extent of what steve has been through. ]
Yeah, Wayne's a good guy. For sure. Gonna miss him when I move out. [ he says it so casually, and even though he has no solid plans, he knows it's going to happen eventually. he can't live in that trailer forever. for one, it still gives him the creeps.
he tries to convince himself it won't be running away to move on, to grow up, maybe even move in with someone one day. ]
You're definitely better at staying still than Dustin is. Love the kid to death but damn if he doesn't fidget at the table when it's not his turn.
[ at this point, he's talking to fill up the silence, to make it feel less weird that he is applying makeup to steve's neck and cover up someone else's handiwork. while simultaneously ignoring the fact that he maybe kind of wishes that were his handiwork. ]
True, I am. Don't exactly have the luxury of a backyard with a pool to lounge around at. [ it's meant to be teasing as he continues to spread the concealer across the bruise, building up enough layers and blend it out so it doesn't look like such an obvious cover up job. it's a little bit different than covering up a tattoo, but he likes to think he did a pretty damn good job. ]
Vampy, though, huh? You think about me biting other people's necks? [ yeah, that's it, munson, just dig yourself deeper and deeper into that hole of yours.
time to break out the powder and finish this the hell up so he can get out of there before he makes a further fool out of himself. ]
You're going to move out? Like to your own place? ( that catches steve's attention, actually, because he knows that's a thing people do. they move out, get their own places. they even leave hawkins. for some reason, it's easier to think about it in terms of other people than something he'd do himself.
thinking of eddie leaving makes him frown, even though that'd probably be better for him. hawkins isn't exactly a fan of eddie munson even though he's been cleared of all the accusations made against him. ) I mean, that's cool.
( smoothe, steve.
he rolls his eyes at the mention of the pool. it's taken him so long to get over what happened there, to be able to use it again. he doesn't shudder under eddie's touch and maybe if he does, a little, it's because the skin on his neck is sensitive and eddie's touching the faint scars. ) You could use my pool if you want. Didn't realize that was all that was keeping you from golden skin.
( another cough. totally that powder. ) I mean... It kind of goes with your whole vibe? The vampy thing and, sure, the biting. ( maybe he's thought about that a lot. ) You'd probably not leave someone looking this mauled.
[ It should be so easy, right? Just pack up all the belongings he have (which is not much considering he's had to fit them in a double wide) and find a place that will rent to him. Yet something is still tethering him in place, and he's not so sure it's Wayne anymore.
He knows Wayne would be all too happy to see him go. ]
Yeah, you'd come visit me, though, right?
[ The thought of using Steve's pool catches Eddie's interest and he pauses his work on Steve's neck to pull back and raise an eyebrow dramatically. ]
Why, Harrington, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted to ogle me while I'm sunbathing. [ He says it teasingly, because he can't resist the urge to flirt with Steve. It's definitely one of his more innocent of self destructive habits, but still he knows he's only making it worse and worse for himself the more he does it. ]
Oh, yeah, I'm all about subtlety when it comes to that. The whole thing with vampires is they don't usually want to get caught, right? [ He brushes the last of the powder over Steve's neck and then uses his own hot breath as an extra step to set his handiwork. ]
I'd leave a tasteful mark. Just enough so that the person could admire it and remember, but not terrible enough that it's immediately obvious to anyone who so much as glances their way.
Sure, I'd visit you. Henderson would probably make me drive him too. That kid would miss you a lot. ( steve not ready to say that he'd go without dustin too, but he would.
if he doesn't look at eddie when he teases him, well, that's not really new. and luckily there's enough make up on his neck to hide some of that blush. ) Wow, man. You've caught me. ( and that comes out as dry as he can manage, looking a little skeptical at eddie so hopefully it comes out more like a guy teasing another guy (which is just what eddie is doing, right?) rather than that the answer to that statement is a surprising 'yeah, kinda' that steve doesn't know what to do with.
and oh. then eddie's leaning in, breath hot on his neck and steve's balling his hands into fists on his thighs. he's going to die. he is. ) Is that so?
Aren't vampires not supposed to have any self control when they drink blood? What if you go overboard, dude? Your poor victim's going to have a neck that looks like mine. ( which looks pretty bad, honestly. steve would love a subtle mark instead of what he's dealing with and eddie so close isn't helping his imagination not run wild. )
[ and to think, when this friendship started out, the two of them were jealous of each other, thinking dustin liked the other more. now, though? now he knows steve would go to the deepest, darkest pits of despair if it meant keeping dustin and the rest of the kids alive. and eddie? well, eddie is still trying to grapple with the idea that running isn't automatically cowardice.
he smiles, though, at the thought of dustin insisting that steve drive him hours away just for a visit, regardless of what steve wants. he likes to think he's picked up on steve's idiosyncrasies enough to know that deep down, steve wouldn't do something like that for dustin if a part of him didn't actually want to himself. ]
Thought so. [ eddie is grinning as he puts the finishing touches on his handiwork, admiring how much more difficult it is to tell that the love bites were far more menacing looking before he started. it's thanks to his distraction that he doesn't really pick up on steve's reaction to his teasing. which is definitely flirting, but he doesn't expect steve to flirt back anyway. people generally don't flirt back with eddie munson. ]
Oh, well, in that case I guess I'd better keep more of this concealer on hand, just in case. [ he scoots back a bit so he can get a better look at what steve's neck looks like from a bit of a distance. aside from the scarring around his neck, it looks more or less steve-like. ] I wouldn't be like the other vampires, though. I would definitely exhibit self-control.
( eddie seems so blase about that, about being close and talking about necking of all things that steve's not sure what to think. he'd thought that maybe he'd react to that? maybe?
something that would give steve a hint of if he can flirt a little of if they're just two friends without boundaries. can guy have that? eddie seems to operate under that assumption but steve's not really sure since there was an unspoken keep three feet apart rule between him and his other guy friends. bro code, you know?
eddie scoots back and steve nods, lifts a hand to run it through his hair and definitely doesn't mess it up. ) How would you exhibit self control against blood lust? ( he sounds skeptical at that, brow raised as he looks at eddie. )
[ that's the thing about eddie. he's never cared enough about keeping up appearances. everyone knows he's a freak anyway, right? and besides, steve's never told him to fuck off, so.
big boy it is.
and maybe somewhere along the line the flirting became a touch more than just his usual method of communication. but he's also been really good at dramatics, at smoke and mirrors, at saying one thing while meaning another entirely. so if he manages to fool even himself, well, nobody is any the wiser. ]
Most of my supply would be from blood bags. Borrow them from the hospital, super easy. That way when presented with a neck as luscious as yours, I'd only need to sample a taste.
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Shit, she really did a number on you. [ It's a bit weird seeing Steve like this, so casual, considering he's so used to being in monster fight mode, but it's nice. There might be a sting of envy (and whether that's because someone else is getting some and not him, or whether that someone is Steve in particular he refuses to indulge lest it give him a headache) but mostly he's just happy. He's happy that they're even in this position where the worst thing they have to worry about is how to cover up smattering of love bites. ]
So this is the famous casa del Harrington. [ He takes his time walking inside, flashing a grin at Steve, his bag of supplies clinking slightly as he walks further inside. ] Where'd you want to do this?
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now he does care, so he lifts a hand to his neck and tries not to touch the hickeys that definitely look like a vampire went at his neck because they're still at the stage they're sore. he clears his throat. ) Uh, kinda. I think it looks worse than it is. ( he shifts his hand, rubs the back of his neck. ) The spots from the demo-bat bruise kinda scarred and I guess this is what happens now-- yeah.
( why he has to explain himself to eddie? steve's not really sure. he just, kinda feels like he should. it's that or there's something about eddie that confuses him and makes steve feel a little off-balance always, but not in a way that has him nervous.
he snorts at the comment on his house, turns into the house. ) This is it. All in it's cream and pastel fame ( everything was decorated by his mom, updated recently though his parents spend more of their time out of town than within their goddamn house. steve sticks his hands into the pockets of his sweats. ) Sadly you missed it's glory days, Munson.
( and then he stops, thinks about that for a moment. it's a little wild to have eddie here, in his house. to be hanging out so ) You need good lighting right? So there's the bathroom down here or on the couch in the living room. What's easier for you? You're the expert.
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How do you even explain to someone who isn't in the know how you got these scars? He guesses that people generally don't care when it comes to Steve Harrington, but Eddie? Well, Eddie already has enough of a reputation as a freak that it's not like anyone is lining up to be with him.
Still, he listens attentively, keeping his face neutral since this is about Steve, not Eddie. Sure, he will absolutely flirt with Steve to his heart's content, but he knows better than to assume there's anything there to be reciprocated. ]
Shit, man. Well, let's get you cleaned up then.
[ He's a bit nosy as Steve leads him further into the house, glancing at family photos, though it doesn't look like there has been anything recent. Before he can think too much into that, though, he's left with the question of where to go, between the bathroom and couch. ]
Living room, I think. We'll be more comfortable here. I promise I won't get any concealer on your precious couch. Probably costs more than our whole trailer.
[ He cracks a grin, gesturing to the couch with his head. ]
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be cool, he repeats to himself, and almost misses when eddie speaks. )
Couch it is. ( eddie grins and steve matches it, grins back as he sweeps a hand toward the couch like he's leading the way and eddie can't see the thing. he snorts at the comment though, shakes his head. )
Nah, don't worry about that. No one will notice if you do even if that couch is probably worth, yeah, like three grand? I spilled beer on it before my parents visited last time and my mom didn't notice though she swears it's her favorite thing in the house. ( or that may be the piano, or the vases from italy, or some other piece ordered in an abandoned for either steve or the maids that still come around to deal with.
steve leads them to the couch and then sits down so he's sitting with his shoulder pressed to the back, plenty of room in front of him for eddie. he clears his throat. ) How do we do this? ( his shirt is partially hiding the marks but he guesses that eddie can work around that. )
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Your parents really aren't that observant then, huh? I so much as spilled water on the couch and I got... [ He pauses as he wonders if he should go into detail about the treatment he got from his parents before he was taken in by Wayne. ] Well, let's just say I'm glad Wayne lets me get away with more shit.
[ Now that they are seated on the couch, there's nothing more to it than getting right down to business. He digs out the small container of concealer and setting powder as well as a few different types of makeup brushes and a sponge that looked like it was purchased from a drug store. ]
I'm gonna hope that the shade of concealer I have will blend in enough that this isn't just going to look super obvious. Just, keep your head tilted like so -- [ He pauses to adjust so that the bruised skin is much more accessible. ] And try not to move, yeah? [ He doesn't wait for a response before he unscrews the cap off the concealer and starts to dab some of it on the back of his hand, using the makeup sponge to layer the concealer little by little to cover up the pigmentation. ]
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so he shakes that thought away, focuses on eddie. )
Parents can suck and your uncle seems like a good guy. ( steve got the sense of that from nancy, honestly, and dustin. when eddie was hiding and wayne was so worried. he hasn't really spent time with him and he can't judge himself, but he's glad that eddie was with him if his own parents were pissed about water. steve was lucky. his parents, when around, weren't cruel.
he sits in front of eddie and lets him move his head, position him how he wants it. the touch is-- the touch isn't unexpected but steve finds he misses it the second eddie's fingers are off his skin. that's new, makes butterflies flutter through his stomach. huh.
then eddie's back with a sponge and steve's not really sure what he's doing. ) I can stay still. ( he says to say something, brain lagging behind. ) And hopefully it covers... You are a lot paler than I am. Kinda vampy. ( eddie's got that metalhead, pale and pasty thing going but not in a bad way. steve's lost some of his summer tan through the harsher months, yeah, but even pale he's got more of a tan to him. )
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but he got out of it in the end, wound up with an uncle who's been a better parent than he could have ever hoped for. but steve? steve's stuck with his parents, and Eddie can't help but feel a touch sad, even though he doesn't know the extent of what steve has been through. ]
Yeah, Wayne's a good guy. For sure. Gonna miss him when I move out. [ he says it so casually, and even though he has no solid plans, he knows it's going to happen eventually. he can't live in that trailer forever. for one, it still gives him the creeps.
he tries to convince himself it won't be running away to move on, to grow up, maybe even move in with someone one day. ]
You're definitely better at staying still than Dustin is. Love the kid to death but damn if he doesn't fidget at the table when it's not his turn.
[ at this point, he's talking to fill up the silence, to make it feel less weird that he is applying makeup to steve's neck and cover up someone else's handiwork. while simultaneously ignoring the fact that he maybe kind of wishes that were his handiwork. ]
True, I am. Don't exactly have the luxury of a backyard with a pool to lounge around at. [ it's meant to be teasing as he continues to spread the concealer across the bruise, building up enough layers and blend it out so it doesn't look like such an obvious cover up job. it's a little bit different than covering up a tattoo, but he likes to think he did a pretty damn good job. ]
Vampy, though, huh? You think about me biting other people's necks? [ yeah, that's it, munson, just dig yourself deeper and deeper into that hole of yours.
time to break out the powder and finish this the hell up so he can get out of there before he makes a further fool out of himself. ]
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thinking of eddie leaving makes him frown, even though that'd probably be better for him. hawkins isn't exactly a fan of eddie munson even though he's been cleared of all the accusations made against him. ) I mean, that's cool.
( smoothe, steve.
he rolls his eyes at the mention of the pool. it's taken him so long to get over what happened there, to be able to use it again. he doesn't shudder under eddie's touch and maybe if he does, a little, it's because the skin on his neck is sensitive and eddie's touching the faint scars. ) You could use my pool if you want. Didn't realize that was all that was keeping you from golden skin.
( another cough. totally that powder. ) I mean... It kind of goes with your whole vibe? The vampy thing and, sure, the biting. ( maybe he's thought about that a lot. ) You'd probably not leave someone looking this mauled.
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He knows Wayne would be all too happy to see him go. ]
Yeah, you'd come visit me, though, right?
[ The thought of using Steve's pool catches Eddie's interest and he pauses his work on Steve's neck to pull back and raise an eyebrow dramatically. ]
Why, Harrington, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted to ogle me while I'm sunbathing. [ He says it teasingly, because he can't resist the urge to flirt with Steve. It's definitely one of his more innocent of self destructive habits, but still he knows he's only making it worse and worse for himself the more he does it. ]
Oh, yeah, I'm all about subtlety when it comes to that. The whole thing with vampires is they don't usually want to get caught, right? [ He brushes the last of the powder over Steve's neck and then uses his own hot breath as an extra step to set his handiwork. ]
I'd leave a tasteful mark. Just enough so that the person could admire it and remember, but not terrible enough that it's immediately obvious to anyone who so much as glances their way.
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if he doesn't look at eddie when he teases him, well, that's not really new. and luckily there's enough make up on his neck to hide some of that blush. ) Wow, man. You've caught me. ( and that comes out as dry as he can manage, looking a little skeptical at eddie so hopefully it comes out more like a guy teasing another guy (which is just what eddie is doing, right?) rather than that the answer to that statement is a surprising 'yeah, kinda' that steve doesn't know what to do with.
and oh. then eddie's leaning in, breath hot on his neck and steve's balling his hands into fists on his thighs. he's going to die. he is. ) Is that so?
Aren't vampires not supposed to have any self control when they drink blood? What if you go overboard, dude? Your poor victim's going to have a neck that looks like mine. ( which looks pretty bad, honestly. steve would love a subtle mark instead of what he's dealing with and eddie so close isn't helping his imagination not run wild. )
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he smiles, though, at the thought of dustin insisting that steve drive him hours away just for a visit, regardless of what steve wants. he likes to think he's picked up on steve's idiosyncrasies enough to know that deep down, steve wouldn't do something like that for dustin if a part of him didn't actually want to himself. ]
Thought so. [ eddie is grinning as he puts the finishing touches on his handiwork, admiring how much more difficult it is to tell that the love bites were far more menacing looking before he started. it's thanks to his distraction that he doesn't really pick up on steve's reaction to his teasing. which is definitely flirting, but he doesn't expect steve to flirt back anyway. people generally don't flirt back with eddie munson. ]
Oh, well, in that case I guess I'd better keep more of this concealer on hand, just in case. [ he scoots back a bit so he can get a better look at what steve's neck looks like from a bit of a distance. aside from the scarring around his neck, it looks more or less steve-like. ] I wouldn't be like the other vampires, though. I would definitely exhibit self-control.
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something that would give steve a hint of if he can flirt a little of if they're just two friends without boundaries. can guy have that? eddie seems to operate under that assumption but steve's not really sure since there was an unspoken keep three feet apart rule between him and his other guy friends. bro code, you know?
eddie scoots back and steve nods, lifts a hand to run it through his hair and definitely doesn't mess it up. ) How would you exhibit self control against blood lust? ( he sounds skeptical at that, brow raised as he looks at eddie. )
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big boy it is.
and maybe somewhere along the line the flirting became a touch more than just his usual method of communication. but he's also been really good at dramatics, at smoke and mirrors, at saying one thing while meaning another entirely. so if he manages to fool even himself, well, nobody is any the wiser. ]
Most of my supply would be from blood bags. Borrow them from the hospital, super easy. That way when presented with a neck as luscious as yours, I'd only need to sample a taste.