His little one on one reunion with the youngest member of his crew was nice. Rarely did he get alone time with any of his employes. They would all leave him before he was ever done with his work for the night. They were all their and working when he arrived for work in the early evening hours. Still it wasn’t right to just great her with a hug and a small lecture and then go on like the blond was not gone for months on maternity leave. It was a trip to see her without the belly and walking around again with the pep instead of a wobble because of the baby that was growing inside her belly.

He was sure that Niqui and Chevelle had already made time before work to catch up, but the shop was a family and Dekker would always make sure that they had time to enjoy that fact. He had sent out the text at what he was sure was an insane time for anyone else. He was trying his best to keep his vampirism on the down low. He had two muggles working for him. Dekker knew that Dominique was a witch, but he was sure that she was something else as well.

In hind sight maybe inviting them over to his home was not the best idea. That was only something that was becoming more glaringly obvious when his oh so lovely maker decided that she would be home for the event. He had gotten up as early as he dared to. There was still a bit of twilight hanging on the horizon. Still a late dinner was already pushing it. There was no food in the place…he would have to get something before everyone started to arrive. Luckily he had requested a pot luck. Dahlia was still sleeping in the bed, she always needed her beauty sleep. As she liked to call it. Dekker would always just have a habit of waking up at the crack of dusk.

Dekker glanced at the clock. He had about an hour and a half. That was an hour to shower and feed and go to the store. His shower was quick. Cloths got thrown on. He spent enough time to linger just to let Dahlia know that she only had about an hour to get herself ready before his crew would arrive. She spat off something about how Dekker was out of bounds by inviting people into her home. He reminded her that it was actually their home. He wouldn’t dare bring up that fact that his shop right below them was making it possible for them to live in the building. She would probably just bring up something about her dancing would be more than enough to get them a place and they could spend all their time in France. Dekker just rolled his eyes as she brought up the idea of him joining her at the Doll House. He would never give her or Tahlia that satisfaction.

“Well it’s happening. I’m not gonna call it off only a bit before everyone gets here. Just try to play nice Miss Dahlia.” He gave the woman a kiss on the cheek before apperating out of the room and into the square of the wizarding community. It didn’t take long for him to get a couple of things. He slipped from the streets that were full of magic and back into muggle London. There he went to a liquor store. He picked out a nice wine not knowing at all what the other’s would want.

In that store he found a woman. She was nice, though plain and single at thirty five. She flirted with him and he let her fallow him out. Sadly that would be the moment that she died so that he could continue his night without any pesky need to feed.

Dekker was back to his home with some time to spare. That was good he still had to clean up a little and set the table with the expensive dinner ware that was never touched. Once that was on he went to over to the one thing that he loved more than his art supplies. The antique record player. His eyes scanned the records, all ones he had from when he was younger, and pulled out Billie Holiday. Carefully he pulled the record from it’s sleeve and dropped it onto the player. Once the needle was dropped the angelic voice filled the room. He smiled, satisfied. Dekker was glad that his employees delt with his ‘quarks’. They never thought it was anything other than this strange obsession that he had for an era long gone. Even his dog tags that he wore Dekker said was just from his great grandfather, one that he had been named after. Now he just had to hope that this night went on without a hitch.