"Do it faster."

That single, sharp command readily prompted those vampires to move more quickly as Darcy lent back against the polished surface of the bar to oversee those preparations. Things were coming together, albeit it slower then he would have preferred. Insufferable fucking fools, the lot of them. Several of them were well over a century in age and yet they still seemed to struggle with that basic concept of decorating a room. His mismatched gaze slowly shifted away from where Lorelai was organising that gifts table, one Darcy had insisted would need be brimming with those offerings by the time they returned, to cast his attention toward Ian and Tetradore's efforts with those red and black balloons. It had been Leon whom had suggested the colour scheme for tonight's affair. Darcy holding some measure of trust in the homosexual man's knowledge on this. Leon and Risque so often seeming to share an appreciation for clothing, shoes or colours lost upon Darcy entirely. Red and black balloons held together with silk ribbons and light chains he had suggested. A contrast. A statement. Darcy hardly cared so provided he was assured his Beloved would enjoy it. Ian's cursing as he wobbled precariously atop the ladder Tetradore had ceased to hold so drew Darcy's gaze once more. That idiotic panther staring at his phone as if trying it will himself some sort of friends or life it whatever pathetic little daydreams danced around his little mind.To rally those vampires into preparing that surprise birthday party for Risque was hardly difficult. The vast majority of them were eager to earn her favour or more so, fearful enough off his own authority that they did as asked without question. Tetradore however, was another matter entirely. The man having been veritably useless for most of the evening and yet that was hardly surprising. A sullen child had grown into a sullen man. At least he cried less now. He would pay for his attitude later in the night all the same.

Darcy's gaze narrowed briefly upon that petulant panther, a look he was assured Tetradore had not missed and yet for now he left the man to continue with that task. Darcy's pushed easily away from the bar, his boots echoing lightly across that floor and between the beats of that music. He had closed Syn down for the evening. That normally filled dance floor entirely empty save for the staff itself and yet- he had kept that music playing if only to prevent his Mistress becoming aware that club was empty and so igniting her suspicions off him. To surprise Risque was no easy task. He had been required to rise far earlier then he might normally have done so in an effort to gather the rest of the staff from their own beds and spur them into action, the majority of them having been made aware off his plan some days in advance. The interior of the club had all but been transformed into a veritable torture chamber of sorts, at least, so was the impression cast by those red and black balloons,silken ribbons and chains that adorned its surface, those lights too, having been changed to red and black in accordance with their theme. The kitchen had started a day in advance in the preparation of that cake Darcy had insisted they make. One as grand and lavish as he knew Risque would desire. That white icing of that multi-tiered masterpiece trimmed in blood red to make it appear as if the cake itself bled. The gifts table had been that final touch. A veritable pedestal for those vampires and Weres to place those offerings to their Queen. Darcy both insisting it be filled to tower higher than Risque herself and too- that each being so informed him of their gift in advance. The Southern cowboy so refusing to allow any other to present her with a better gift then himself. Such a thing decidedly....irritating.

Darcy's attention shifted but briefly eye the time upon his phone screen, Risque sure to be nearly dressed by now and likely to leave her room. The vampire holding every intention of preventing her from wither reaching her office of the main floor of Syn itself until that party was well and truly ready. This the perfect time to afford her his gift. One that had taken no small degree of planning in turn and he was determined to see out.

"Tetradore."

That single name was very near barked towards the panther, Darcy waiting for the man to sluggishly make his way over as if he was physically incapable of moving any faster. Oh how the very sight of him so irritated him! Darcy inclined to near feel his teeth grating over one another and yet for now he held firmly onto that very temper that was so inclined to lash like a whip at the other man given any chance. His hand reached smoothly into his pocket then to produce that jewelry box from Cartier, Risque's favoured supplier, along with that singular key. Both handed to the panther then. Darcy having already made his plan clear some nights before.

"Risque and I will met yar at da park in a 'alf 'our, dun fucking mess dis up or I'll make anyting she'd dun to ya so far look like a good fuckin time. Piss off and do yar job. Da rest of yar make sure your goddamn dressed nice."

He hardly paused to see his orders carried out, the scurrying of movement behind him enough to assure at least some of those employees were doing their jobs. Darcy strode easily back through that club then and into the depths of Syn itself, the vampire smoothly navigating the labyrinth of doors, his key card providing access to each and every room within that place and yet he paused outside of only one. That door to Risques bedroom still closed and yet he could hear her heels upon the floor as they slid closer. His arrival timed near perfectly as the bedroom door opened to reveal his Lover, dressed to perfection as always, each curve and swell of her feminine figure so gloriously adorned. Darcy unable to prevent the fashion in which his gaze lingered. His appreciation eternal.

"Good evenin', Darlin'."

That surprise at seeing him outside her bedroom so hardly seemed to last long. Her features shifted near instantly into a veritable suspicion at this break from their normal routine. Darcy so rarely appearing at her very bedroom door unless he had spent the night before entangled within her sheets beside her. A truly rare and coveted treat. One he was distinctly determined to aim for this very night, so provided it went as planned. His arm was offered to her then, in that distinctly gentlemanly fashion that so personified his own era, Darcy waiting only so long at it took her to take it before falling into step beside her to lead the way through that club and out of the back door to the parking lot to prevent her noticing, once more, any lack of patrons within that club.

"I 'ave somthin' ta show yar. Dun worry, y'll like it. We goin' on a lil 'unting trip. Just a short one."

That drive to the park was hardly far, the vampiric man guiding that black Lykan smoothly through those streets before parking beside Tetradore's own car. Tetty--Bear so apparently valued his existence enough to see that plan through. How very wise of him. The scent of that panther was overwhelmingly strong, Tetradore surely still nearby, Darcy content to afford him a few more moments to get ahead as he strode to the passenger side door to open it and allow Risque out. Her displeasure at being driven to a park without clear reason likely to make itself known relatively soon. Darcy's gaze shifted smoothly toward her then.

"Yar didn't think I forgot yar birthday did ya, Darlin? It's been awhile since we 'unted anythin'. I thought yar might enjoy huntin' down dat favourite pet o'yours. He's got my gift for ya on 'im, plus a key..."

Darcy moved smoothly forward then, his hands coming to rest softly upon his Lovers waist as he stepped behind her, his lips pressed loving, adoringly, affectionately to her neck. How he adored her, how he couldn't get enough off her and yet too how distinctly watchful he remained of her each and every action, his gaze searching her own for even a hint of displeasure. Surely the chance to not only hunt Tetradore but too- receive a birthday gift from Darcy himself, plus that mysterious key, would surely ignite those passions of pleasure within her. His words little more than a whisper then as he pressed that final kiss just below her ear before stepping back to allow her to embrace that darkness around them.

"....but that leads to something else. Go on, Darlin'. 'Ave some fun."

Tetradore better be fucking running.

We are rough men and used to rough ways.