"Go outside and unlock your vehicle...wait for me there.  I have to make a stop, before I get there, but I'll be along shortly..."  Beaumont did tend to stay away from public sorts of encounters when she could for a myriad of reasons...she noted the bit of calm in his voice...at the bar...she contributed it more towards the liquid courage found in bottles than anything really dwelling within the man.  

'Sure thing...' He waits on the line in case she has further instructions involving scarves or not being under a streetlight, or maybe playing some dramatic noir music...

He almost chuckles to himself at that, and finishes off the last half of his beer before standing to head outside.

"Bring me a beer...or a glass of water...either one will work fine if it's not too much trouble...."  And with that, the line would go dead as she hung up, and proceeded towards her destination...Jay's bar...taking the back ways and alley's most of the time...

Chris goes back to the bar and grabs two bottles to go. Jays bar is pretty oldschool, they dont enforce the no-drinks outside crap.

'Yeah im walking, dont worry about it.'

Chris will be outside sitting on the hood of his car with two bottles of beer balanced next to him when Buggy arrives.

And eventually the Nosferatu in all of her ski mask glory would arrive in the parkinglot...she looked things over briefly before heading to where Chris sat atop his car...the first thing that sprang to mind was....how quaint...  She didn't however perseverate on the thought in the slightest as she headed over to the car and looked from Chris to the beers and then back again..."You certainly sounded well on the phone..." her first words of greeting as she picked up a beer and opened it...

'Well hey... Its friday, im meeting with a ski-masked freak, life is good.'

He grins and nods at her. Hes holding a folder in his lap and picks up the other beer.

'Will you ever take that thing off?...'  

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"Maybe...when you're ready for that step...I mean...don't wanna give you nightmares or anything..."  At least not right now...There wasn't a sense of taunting, or any bit of mocking there, it came out as a simply stated fact...

Unseen...the Nossie bit into the tip her tongue...she maneuvered the bottle under the mask, and turned her head to the side as she tipped it back, letting a bit spill down her front before she let it go foreward and slipped her tongue into the neck of the bottle...just a little bit...just a little, she forced the blood into the bottle, and then pulled it away from beneath the ski mask, and looked back to Chris as a hand came up to brush away a bit of the moisture that had trickled down her front...

Shaking her head Beaumont held her own beer out to him..."Try that...it doesn't taste quite right...you trying to drug me?"  She'd noted the file folder in his lap...

Chris frowns and trades her the folder for the beer.

'How would i drug it if you opened it?'

He asks. He checks the bottle for a date, its a fresh one so he takes a swig, the tiny hint of Nosferatu blood barely changes the taste. Chris shrugs and sets it back on the car.

'Maybe it got skunked, i dont know..'

The first step of a blood bond is very subtle. Chris will never notice it but subconsciously Beaumont has gained a small measure of control tonight.  

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"Skunked?  What the hell does that mean?"  She cocked her head to the side as she took the folder, and opened it, glancing down to flip through the folder and make sure that it had the basics of what she needed inside it..."and You're the media mogul...you tell me...is it really impossible to make something look one way...when it's actually another?"  She would flip through the contents of the folder another time...making a few mental notes before it would be folded shut and tucked back under her armpit...

Everything she asked for would be in the folder, in all its photocopied glory.

'Skunked is when a beer is cold, gets warm and then gets cold again... ruins the taste...'

He explains as if she really cares.

'Yeah, i have a magic needle that can inject roofies through glass. Im going to daterape you before you ever take off your mask.'

He grins at his own off color joke and swigs at the non skinked beer.

She didn't actually care...but the look of You're serious...there's a damn term for that?!?!  At the attempt at humor, she let out the beginnings of a laugh, but regained her composure in a matter of moments..."Definately in the wrong line of work if that's the case...Why it matter so much what's underneath it anyway?"

Chris just shrugs.

'I dont expect you to take it off, that would ruin your deepthroat mystery thing. Im just curious.'

He takes another swig and clears his throat.

'So uh, what do you have for me?'

"You'll have something Monday night...can't rush things..."

She didn't hesitate in her reply, Monday night would have to be good enough...it wasn't as if she was worried about him taking the folder back..."You can wait that long can't you?"

Theres a quick frown as he considers the possibility he was just scammed or snagged by corporate compliance. The big suprise monday could be a misdemeanor charge and a pink slip...

'Alright.. that works i guess.'

"You don't sound so sure there Chris..."  She tilted her head a bit, noting the sound of...was it dissappointment in his tone?  Hard to place, or maybe she just wasn't trying all that hard....

'Oh im just waiting for you to flash a corporate compliance badge and arrest me is all. But i guess corporate wouldnt have tried to tackle me into my car as an icebreaker...'

He chuckles, suddenly regaining his confidence.

'So yeah, Monday ill get my big break. Ill be waiting for it...'

"I was trying to grab your ass...not tackle you...do get the stories straight..."  An unseen smirk as she pushed off the car, she let him draw whatever conclusions he wanted to draw..."Try to keep your head straight between now and then will ya?"

Chris laughs at that, weird as it is to hear from a skimask wearing weirdo.

'Right, ill remember that.'

He will watch her wander off, sitting and contemplating this second odd meeting again... and finishing bot the bottles of course.