"I'll take care of it. You two just scurry on out of here." Valerain said with ice.
How dare him talk to me like i am a child. Before she could say anything Ada said hightly enraged. F*** you." Bee, if your still willing to help me would you mind either escorting our drunk friend here behind the coffee shop next door or buying the nice young ladies over there another drink?"
Bee didtn know what to say at first. She is acting unlike a Tremere. "I will help you bring her out. Valerain why dont you do the hard part and figure out something to do with her two friends over there." SHe knew that it was going to make Valerian more the enraged with them but she couldnt back out of helping Ada now. Bee always stayed to her word. She was thinking the coffe shop was a little awarkward place for a drunk to pass out. "Ada maybe we should take her to the human club down the street. I have heard may stories of people getting hurt there." Bee always kept up with the news of the city. Being a Ventrue it wasnt out of her nature.

Zillah watched slightly enchanted by her as she appeared to consider the offer, confusion blurring across her pretty face. He leaned back on the stool patiently waiting for her answer. He had all night to play. Since he’d chucked the last girlfriend after she had the nerve to suggest that he should get a normal job and work nine to five. He had been astonished, she sure hadn’t complained about the jewels and fancy restaurants. He had even been faithful but asking him to change had just been too much. He was who he was they could accept it or leave.

He brought the glass to his mouth, downing the amber contents in one. But as she began to shake her head his smile became more fixed upon his face. Was she really about to say no, to him? It wasn’t an answer he heard very often.

"I want to", she replied. "But I can't..."

So she wants to. His hand came up to his mouth, one finger brushing across his bottom lip thoughtfully as he gaze wandered from her through the club in the direction her companion had left. His eyes narrowed slightly as long sunkissed lashes fell over his lids. Did she want to play cat and mouse or was it that her companion really did have some kind of control over her.

Zillah reached into his pocket and stylishly pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Placing one eloquently between his cherry red lips he brought the lighter up to his mouth and lit it. Never once taking his eyes off her as the flame danced over his face. “I suppose you can’t smoke either.” He smiled pushing the packet back into his pocket.

“I’m going to go take a slash, whilst you decide just what you can do darlin’” Zillah purred, flashing her an enthralling smile as he brushed passed her heading for the men’s bathroom.

His walk though still having its usual snake-hipped qualities was a little off centre. Seeing a young girl being propped up by two other’s he turned his head eyes narrowing slightly. Was that blood dripping from her head? She looked in an awful state. Probably taken too much off some substance she knew nothing about and taking a big crash. He turned to continue his journey. It really was none of his business. And he had more pressing things on his mind. How exactly to lure the captivating woman away from her companion?

((NPCs are perfectly fine with me. ))

"Ada maybe we should take her to the human club down the street. I have heard may stories of people getting hurt there."

Ada let the glare fade from her eyes as she turned to Bee. That's probably a better idea." she murmered. She tried to ignore the heated looks from Mihael and Valerian, but she couldn't help wondering if they were right. She had been stupid to uleash her anger on a human like that and she was by no means acting like the Tremere she claimed to be. Guilt seemed in around the edges of her mind but she pushed it away. Now was not the time for worry. "Let's go." she said, grabbing the human girls arm again.

As Ada cursed at him, rage flared in Valerian's eyes. "F*** you?" That was the answer he got for letting her off the hook that easily? Even letting her walk away to leave him with the chore of cleaning up her mess? Ungrateful, ill-mannered b****.
She even ignored his request to take care of things himself, and instead turned to Beyonca, talking to her about carrying on with their foolish plan. She seemed set on getting Valerian into even more trouble than he already was.
But if that was he plan, she had another thing coming.

However, before he could reply, Mihael appeared at his side, apparently none too pleased with the scene himself.

"Ada,", he hissed in a hushed voice, addressing his fellow Tremere. "Next time think before assaulting kine so brazenly. Your actions reflect upon the rest of the Tremere."

Then, he turned to Valerian, motioning towards the girl that had caught Valerian's eye minutes ago. She was now up on stage, playing the most beautiful piece. And it angered Valerian even more, as he had been determined not to miss her performance, and here he was, getting cursed at by some Tremere witch for trying to keep this place what it was intended to be.

"Be careful with that one," Mihael snarled, "I’m fairly certain she saw the entire thing, and unfortunately she’s not so drunk as our other bystanders. She seems to know something’s amiss."

Valerian merely offered him slight glare. Was he now going to take matters into his own hands as well, like his fellow clan member?
No. It seemed he had the sense to let Valerian to take care of it. And take care of it, he would. In his own way. He was not about to take suggestions, as they would all be likely to involve death. And he would not kill such a talented artist.

"I'm not a child nor a juicebag human, Mihael", Ada retorted to her clan Elder. "I'm fully aware I made a mistake and I don't need you to waste your time stating the obvious."

Oh, so she made a mistake, did she? Didn't one usually apologize for making mistakes, and not tell the ones hurt by them to f*** off?
Still, an apology seemed to be the last thing on Ada's mind as she turned to Valerian once again.

"Someone might want to deal with your nosy musician over there."

Valerian scowled, his temper flaring higher by the minute. Causing trouble in his club, and an Elysium at that, cursing at him, disrespecting him, and now having the audacity to tell him what to do? The nerve!

"I will help you bring her out", Beyonca once again interjected, clearly referring to the unconscious girl. "Valerain why dont you do the hard part and figure out something to do with her two friends over there. "Ada maybe we should take her to the human club down the street. I have heard may stories of people getting hurt there."

Still ignoring Valerian's wishes, the two women kept on making plans for something he'd already discharged them from doing.

"That's probably a better idea", Ada muttered, and grabbed the arm of the poor girl. "Let's go."

"No!" Valerian hissed, and this time his tone clearly stated that there was no room for further objections on their part. "Get out. NOW. And don't either of you two dare to ever set foot in here again. You've outstayed your welcome."

He glanced around, making eye contact with a couple of Kindred he knew would come to his aid, should these two ladies be foolish enough to keep protesting, before looking back at them again.

"Now get", he spat.

"No!" Valerian hissed, and this time his tone clearly stated that there was no room for further objections on their part. "Get out. NOW. And don't either of you two dare to ever set foot in here again. You've outstayed your welcome."

He glanced around, making eye contact with a couple of Kindred he knew would come to his aid, should these two ladies be foolish enough to keep protesting, before looking back at them again.

"Now get", he spat.

A look of shock rippled breifly over Ada's face before she could maintain her cold facade. "Fine." she said icily. "I'll go. But none of this was Bee's fault, she was just trying to help cover my mistake." Dropping the girls arm with a thud she stalked past Valerian towards the doors.

(((ooc: He's not the Primogen, but he is an Elder.

Also guys, remember to give people a chance to respond. I had a hard time keeping up with everything just now. So, whenever it seems someone might want their character to have a chance to react, give the person a little time. Okay? Just a friendly reminder.

Oh, and, Valerian might be persuaded to ub-ban them from The Haven. Eventually. Not now. *s* An apology and a civil chat, and he'll consider it.
Just don't want to leave you guys out in the cold, or anything. )))

Bee stood there a moment. Ice spat from Valerain as he spoke to them.
"Fine I will leave. If you dont want me back the fine! And if you want to clean this up yourself them do so."
Then she dropped the gurl and she fell face first to the floor.SHe never should have helped She was cursing her self as she was walking to the door. The ventrue in her made her want to made sure things were tidy and clean. No leaks. She justed hoped that he didnt tell the Prince.

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Carmilla must have looked pretty offended, as the young man left her with a “I’m going to go take a slash, whilst you decide just what you can do darlin’”. Never had a man spoken to her like that, and she wondered if mortal women of this modern age were charmed by that. Carmilla prefered when he looked at her, or offered her a drink. But announcing his bathroom habits really brought that sinister side of her to the surface. She turned and looked as he walked away from her. As the woman she was, she was mad that he just left her there when she had done the unthinkable to even be able to talk to him. He not knowing about her sacrifice served as no excuse. As the vampire she was, she wanted to have his blood shoot out of him and into her. She wanted to trance him, make him violently ill and have him puke blood as the mere mortal he was...

Confused by... everything, Carmilla left the bar and followed the young man. This was an Elysium, so of course she couldn't use her disciplines on him, and she never really intended to. But she was a Tremere. A 275 year old cunning being, and he had just dismissed her. Being both shy and angry was no easy task, as Carmilla slowed down when the young man reached the bathroom door.

Well, she might be a sorcerer. She could trance a room full of humans, have them attack one another and go into fatal fits. But she would never set foot in there.


((( ooc: veldagia - I hope I haven't made things complicated. I just go with the flow... And sometimes things get complicated, all by themselves... )))

Zillah exited the bathroom his thoughts still consumed by the women. What did she want? She turned down his offer of a drink but then looked annoyed when he left her to fulfil nature’s requirements. Sometimes he thought they were a whole other species. How on earth they were supposed to exist on the same planet amazed him. One minute she was looking at him as though he was the only one in the room and the next she was confused and shaking her head at him. It just didn’t make any sense.

And why was he so bothered. It wasn’t like he couldn’t have his pick of any of the women in here. They all secomed eventually to either the lure of his smile or expanse of cash. But something about her had got right under his skin. A certain charm. Or perhaps it was that he always wanted what he couldn’t have. And he wouldn’t give in until he had it firmly in his grasp.

But as he stepped outside the door a look of shock registered briefly through his eyes. She’d followed him here, and she was still looking slightly ticked off. He quickly composed himself and leaned languidly against the wall. Pausing a moment to consider his options. His eyes trailing around for any sign of her companion.

OK, Zillah thought, let’s try again. She sure looked worth it. “Zillah, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He said with a guarded smile as he held out his hand.

(OCC skipped the bathroom habits part *s*

Psyche – No worries really not knowing how the other characters will react is a big part of the fun for me))

Finally the two women seemed to register that Valerian wasn't in the least amused by their antics. And no wonder. He knew that at the moment he looked nothing like his usual charming self. "A cougar" Claudia had called him, one of the few times she had actually managed to anger him. A viciousness glinting in his eyes, as he stood protecting his turf.

"Fine", Ada said, her voice as cold as her gaze. "I'll go. But none of this was Bee's fault, she was just trying to help cover my mistake."

With that, she let go of the girl and walked past Valerian, heading towards the door.

"Fine I will leave", Beyonca said. "If you dont want me back the fine! And if you want to clean this up yourself them do so."

Moments later, she too was gone, following Ada and leaving Valerian with Mihael and the still unconscious human girl. Valerian simply shot her back a glare, before tending to the girl. Beyonca might not have been the instigator, but she had disrespected him in his own club, his own haven even. He couldn't think of one good reason why he shouldn't ban her.

Looking over at his usual table, he managed to catch Melody's attention and a slight motion of his head had her hurrying over in a flash. A soft smile appeared on his lips, as the anger slowly eased away. She always had been eager to please. Instructing her to make sure the girl was alright, and then take her to the hospital, he himself stood, pulling himself to his full height and taking aim on the girl's friends.
However, before going over there to charm them into thinking their eyes had merely played a trick on them, he shot Mihael a glance.

"I appreciate the heads up", he said, referring to the Elder's observation of the pianist, who was currently being pounced on by a highly enthusiastic Vevila.

He couldn't help but break into a smile at her excitement. She was so vivacious, so full of life that she almost made him feel like a stiff.
However, sensing impatience from next to him, his attention soon returned to the Tremere. 'Yes, yes, I know', he thought. '"Unless it has to do with beauty or art, the Toreador have an attention span of two seconds", and all that jazz.'

"I'll deal with her", he continued the comment he had started making. "But I get to do it my way. Do I have your word on that?"


(((ooc: Claudia is his Ventrue partner, and Melody his ghoul, for those who didn't already know. It's hard to keep up with all the NPC's so...

Oh, and trampled; LOVED your latest description of Valerian. You're better at describing him than I am. *lol*)))

Bee hated what had just happened. SHe stod outside a minute woundering what she should do. She was more than angery leaving. How could he bann her from his club. How could he! It was barely after dark and already she got into a world of mess. Slowly she started walking won the street. A breeze caught her hair was was toying with it flipping it all around. She loved the feel of a breeze, not as much as when she was human. All the senses were better as a human. Sometimes she missed it. The warmth of the blood running threw her veins, the heat of passion. It was all so long ago.

((ooc: Bee is approachable if anyone wants to come out of the club to interact with her. I am out of ideas of things she can do at the moment. lol.))

(((ooc: There are other hot spots. They just haven't been activated yet.
Oh, and, the Prince is likely to hear about the fight, even if it doesn't come from Valerian. There were many Kindred in the club, and the Prince has his spies. )))

Sarah had stuck out her hand and the handsome man took it and laid a light kiss upon it. Everything became fuzzy for her. She could only make out the name Valerian. Not a very common name. She could surely look it up. He left to talk to a pianist who walked up to the stage. The woman, whos name was Vevila took her hand and kissed it too. Sarah felt like she was going to faint. Then Olivia came running over. "Sarah! Sarah! Did you see that fight?" Of course she was zonked out and didn't hear a thing. She fell back on the chair, and Olivia was able to catch her without causing too big of a commotion. "Are you okay Sarah?" Olivia looked at the bartender. "Did she drink anything?" He replied. "No, nothing at all." Olivia put Sarah's arm over her shoulder. "Let's go home." She momentarialy regained conciousness, and saw one last look at Valerian as her friend pulled her out of the club.

(Sarah will just sneak back out later ))

#6

The anger was sinking back inside Carmilla as she saw that she surprised him by following him to the bathroom. It seemed like none of them knew why they we're drawn to each other, and maybe that was what annoyed them both.

“Zillah, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He said with a guarded smile as he held out his hand.

As he tried to make a fresh start, Carmilla hesitated for a moment. This was madness, but she could not help herself.

"Carmilla", she heard herself say and as if in a trance by a fellow kindred her hand raised.

It was small and pale, with long slender fingers like she were a pianist.



((( ooc: veldagia - Okay, great to know. We're on the same page then. I was just making sure. )))

Edward entered The Haven, laughing. He tugged up the collar of his leather jacket, making sure to avoid his earring, and tossed his head so that his red ponytail fell messily, wildly, down his back.
He was amused.
He walked over to the bar in his Neurocks, still amused, and wanting a beer to stop his laughing. Truthfully he wasn't aware of the reason to his laughter. It could have been something Sean had said to him, or Emily's obsession with the new kitten, or something he'd overheard in the street.
Ed thought that whatever it was, it hadn't happened yet.
After getting his beer, he scoured the nightclub for prey. Not prey as in food; he wasn't a vampire but a mere human. It wasn't for sex, as he didn't care about that.
But prey all the same.
After what appeared like ages and ages, he found a girl who looked like she could give him a run for his money--or rather, who looked like she could have fun on a motorbike.
Ed smiled vampirically and headed over, chuckling once more.


((Insert a girl!! Vampire or human...hey, it doesn't matter one bit. ^^ Ed ain't picky.))

"Carmilla", said her hand raised.

“Carmilla” Zillah repeated entranced the name sliding off his tongue like velvet. What an unusual name. One he would surely never forget. Almost as mysterious as the woman herself. The name echoed around his head, like a silent mantra.

Grasping her small pale hand lightly in his own he brought it up to his mouth, bowing slightly. His lips grazed ever so lightly against her snow-white skin. The warmth of his breath a stark contrast to the coolness he felt from her hand. Almost too cold as though she’d spent the night in a freezer rather than the hot humid, sweaty club.

Realising her hand reluctantly a warm smile glazed his mouth as he took a step closer to her. “So what brings you here, Carmilla. The music, dancing, drinking or do you venture here for other pleasures?” He enquired his eyes glittering with interest.

Zillah knew he was being bold, but coyness never got him anywhere. If she had followed him here it meant only one thing. He doubted she wanted to ask him where he’d bought the fur and leather assemblage that was making him feel as though he was trapped inside a polar bear in a tropical jungle.

#7

“So what brings you here, Carmilla. The music, dancing, drinking or do you venture here for other pleasures?” He enquired his eyes glittering with interest.

Carmilla almost didn't hear him, having his kiss upon her hand as a fresh memory. The dismissive man at the bar seemed to have vanished, and yet again he was charming. She had no urge of blood striking him anymore, and she smiled softly as she remembered how angry she was mere seconds ago.

"Nothing of the sort", she heard herself say.

Yet again she replied without thinking. It was not like her, it was certainly not in her blood. She had already spoken too much, she had done too much. She should walk away. He was just a human. Just flesh around bones and blood. Atleast, that was what she was trying to tell herself. In her own Tremere way. She was still convinced this was pure madness. It could cost her a trip into the sun.

"Walk away", she thought to herself. "Walk away."

She could but look into his eyes.


((( ooc: Just thought I should write a line about the fact that I am working all night tomorrow, so I won't be able to RP here with you guys. Too bad, but I'll see you when I get back. )))

Vevila's gaze intensified on the precious woman. There was a youth about her, the tenderness of her face. She was quite striking, lovely really. Her prettiness only made Vevila more fond of her. Technical skill coupled with beauty? There were few of such a deadly combination. And even fewer still who were human. The Toreador normally snatched up the gifted beauties, so those who remained among the living were wonderful little treasures.

"Perhaps," the young woman spoke with a barely noticeable french lilt to her tongue that made Vevila's ears prick to greater attention. "I see no reason why you couldn't. I rather think I might enjoy it, so yes. Feel free to accompany me the next time I play," a smile lit her pink face and Vevila couldn't contain one of her own. Speaking with a kindred spirit who walked amongst the living made her feel a little more alive herself. Although, it was a bittersweet feeling. One of longing and loss, nostalgia and fond memory. "I'm sure a beautiful creature such as yourself must have a songbird voice to accompany that beauty."

Vevila's eyes shot open slightly, revealing the full range of her sclera around the two gem-like orbs. Well, she certainly was a smart little cookie. Flattery was, after all, a great way to get a foot in the door of the heart of a Toreador. Her pleasure bubbled over obviously in her eyes, and she clasped her hands together in a show of great emotion and satisfaction.

"Aren't you the sweetest thing alive?" She batted her thick feathery eyelashes several times and brushed a few rogue curls of deep ebony from her face. "You know, so few people are polite nowadays. It's truly refreshing to meet someone of such skill who maintains good manners. What a rare find you are." She giggled lightly and gave a nod of sincerity. "I look forward to creating a wonderful symphony of song and music with you!" There was a seriousness to her words, as if she were binding the girl to a contract. A promise to eventually play alongside her and seduce the rest of the world with their haunting melodies. She continued. "And if beauty translates into skillful musical ability, then that explains your talent." A quick wink sent her voluminous rows of black lashes fluttering again, drawing the girl's gaze into her intense eyes once more.


((Atropa, ha! It's easy to describe him! He's just sex on wheels, basically. xD Such a hunk. *faint*

and, are we allowed to RP at the other hot spots yet, or are we holding off on those until day 2 ? ))

“It is no mistake. It was announced at the council this very night that you are to join us. You are welcome to approach the Prince yourself if there is any doubt in your mind. He should be informed of your acceptance or if you have other plans.” Mina seemed to turn to walk away as Esther fought back a few particularly choice words about the damned Neonates in this city and she was probably about to vent at least some of her intense annoyance. But it was then that Cade decided to speak.

“I feel remorseful for you, too. Having to smug up to that pathetic excuse for a Prince.” Which he followed with cattery laughter. This was soon followed by another comment, before anyone could react to his first. “The line ups for Primogen of this city appal me. So many females…” He grinned to himself, and reached into his pocket to retrieve a pair of black sunglasses before stalking off into the night.

At this, Esther could not help herself, but did let loose a few choise curses - but in her native tongue of Hebrew, which few bothered to learn these days. The Brujah were known for being brash and rebellious, but what Cade had just said about would earn severe reprimands and punishment, if not death in most European cities. To display such a degree of disrespect for the Prince so openly, especially when one was a Primogen, would be deemed unacceptable.

Was America really that different? How could one go about politics like that? Where Esther was used to the politics being an intricate silk-slippered waltz this Brujah was moshing in steel capped boots!

And then to make such an insulting comment, whether as a joke or not, in front of two female Primogen - it was almost as if he was attempting to commit political suicide. And make no mistake, while Esther was not happy with the situation, she was the Primogen for her clan now - at least until she had managed to rectify the situation.

Of course, the bravado and carelessness could be part of something bigger with Cade. He may believe he did not need to tread carefully, but what would give him such confidence, or it might be a clever play of misdirection - a trick favoured by her clan during their dealings with others, but for what purpose. And was he only this flippant amongst other Primogens? Esther could feel the curiosity gnawing at her... perhaps she could tolerate the situation for now. But this wasby no means permanant, make no mistake about that.

Turning to Mina, Esther grinned, "Well, now that the brute has left us, perhaps I may ask a brief question. I too feel that it would be best for me to discuss this situation with the Prince myself. Not being a native to this city and only having been here a short while..." she left that sentence hanging, letting Mina draw whatever conclusions she wished from it. If she gave any hint of her assumptions, it would let her know more f how this one thought. "Would the Prince be available for discussion tonight? Or would tomorrow be better?" She inclined her head slightly, as if in deference to the Tremere.

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Ciara shoved the damp towel into her bag and started towards the door of Studio 24, but no sooner had she reached the lobby than her arm was grabbed and she was pulled towards the couches.

"CJ, darling. Where on eath do you think you are going dressed like that?" crowed Jake.

Ciara looked down at her tank top and cargo pants, slightly crumpled from being in her bag, and laughed, "Home."

Jake tutted at her. "Really, CJ. Do you honestly believe I would allow that. On your birthday? I am officially calling an intervention. And luckily for you I remembered to get you presents. I hope you don't mind, but I peeked in your locker to get your size."

Ciara grinned as Jake passed her carefully wrapped present. "So I am supposed to take fashion advice from a man who believes Eddie Izzard looks fabulous?"

With a smirk Jake rebutted her, "Well, of course he does darling. But I wouldn't dress like him unless I was getting tarted up and I hardly see you as being a tart. Go on - open it!" He clapped his hands with enthusiasm.

Ciara sighed with mock resignation, as she pulled away the many layers of tissue paper. She lifted the soft, red silky material and the dress unfolded itself as she lifted it up. Knee-length with spaghetti straps it at first looked plain and modest until you saw the sides which were held together by corset style lacing - leaving no room for imagination as to whether you were wearing underwear or not,therby rendering you completely inable to without looking like a granny trying to be sexy. Ciara looked questioningly at Jake.

He grinned and dismissed her look with a flick of his hand. "You have the body to pull it off my dear. And lord knows you need to catch a man - I have had a boyfriend more recently than you."

"Jake, I don't know what to say..."

"Nothing. Just go to the changing rooms and get dressed - you'll find make-up and flat ballet pumps in locker 28. I haven't actually seen you wear heels, so I thought it best not to risk it. And then come out here - we're going out to celebrate!"

....

The bouncer let them in without any quibble, much to the protest of some angry and obviously underage kids. Ciara felt exposed in the dress, but walked with the grace and confidence of one used to it. As they walked in two pale young women stormed out of the club. Ciara craned her neck behind her to get a better look at them. The sheer paleness of their skin was unusual in sunny California where most tried to sport tans.

As they got inside her eyes scanned the room. There were a fairly large number of people here with that pale, opalescent beauty. Suddenly she grabbed Jake's arm and hissed in his ear, "Jake? Why did you bring me here? These people... I feel like the ugly duckling in a room full of peacocks!"

He grinned at her, "The Haven has some of the most gorgeous men I have seen in a while and at least some of them must like women. Relax - you look fine. Now just go out there and have some fun. I don't want to hear that you didn't at least get someone to buy you a drink for your birthday by the end of the evening." And with that he pried her hand from his arm and went expertly swanning off into the crowd of dancers. Yoga-guru with the body of Adonis, Ciara was certain that he at least would pick someone up tonight. She felt a slight sting of pity for all the girls in his classes who fawned over him, knowing he just was not interested in the fairer sex.

She shivered slightly, suddenly feeling alone. Unconciously she crossed her arms in front of her as she realised how the red dress highlighted her red hair and green eyes and just how different she looked from everyone here...

((OoC: Please feel free to interact with Ciara! Jake is an NPC, Ciara's best friend and co-owner of the gym. Feel free to use him if you want or even to grab him as your own character - just remember he's fabulous!))

((I'm assuming that since everyone left the meeting she left too. By the way, she is British.))

Jessica pulled up into a parking lot outside The Haven. Two beeps went off indicating her car had been locked. She walked up to the door when a passed out girl being carried by another walked out the door. Valerian. it was his club, which means he needs to take care of the people visting there. Kindred or not. She will not have her clan breaking the Masquerede. She walked up to him. "What happened here? Why was that woman passed out?"

(((ooc: trampled - Oh, feel free to open up the other spots. We're not keeping them closed intentionally.

Elektra - Will have to reply in the morning, as I want to give cherry a chance to reply first. Plus, I should really be in bed. *s*


*edit*
Ah, screw sleep. I'll sleep when I'm dead.
But I'll still let cherry have a chance to reply. *nod*)))

Kess had been watching the entrance for several minutes, hoping to find someone a bit more entertaining than the little girls, so when the newest pair stepped through, he couldn't help but notice the guy- a little flamboyant, but cute. Kess didn't mind flamboyant, and he certainly didn't mind cute. He wanted to have some fun, and it had been a long time. And I'm hungry.

Leaving his spot at the bar, he weaved between people until he got to the pair- by which time, the guy was gone. Strolling up to the female, he didn't waste any time and said, "Hey. Where'd your friend go?"

He didn't care about being rude or not; he was interested, and didn't feel like playing around with manners. This was just another human. Not one of the teens, fortunately, and she seemed more dignified, but it still didn't matter. He toyed with his piercings while he waited for her to look at him and answer. All he wanted was the direction her friend had gone, and that was all.

(OOC: Just wanted to throw Kess in here...Sorry about his rudeness to Ciara, but Kess also swings the other way, so...yeah )

"Hey. Where'd your friend go?"

Ciara turned towards the voice. There was a striking looking young man next to her, pale with white hair and eyes blue as a frozen lake. He was busy playing with his lip piercings, and she wasn't sure but it looked like he had a tattoo or something on his forehead.

Well... there were all sorts of people. And as she had suspected Jake drew people in like flies to honey. She was about to merely point him in the direction of the dance floor with a feeble "There somewhere", but then she stopped.

She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with a slight bit of mischief, "Well... my friend is somewhere there, but he said that I had to get someone to buy me a drink tonight. If you do, I will introduce you to him."

Beyonca was in an alley next to the human bar down the street from The Haven. Seeing a couple who looked like they were premicious she quickly went up in a stair well so they couldnt see. What had happened was still racing throught her mind. She had went to The Haven to get a man for the night but instead ended up getting kicked out. She knew the Prince would be informed on what had happened but she didnt want to think of the punishiment that he would give her. She had never been in trouble before. This time it wasnt that she had done wrong, but never again will she help someone. She felt like she like dissapearing. She knew she shouldnt have dissrespected Valerane. She knew deffanetly that she needed to appologize to get back in his good graces. The Price too would probably demand it himself. SHe started watching the couple below her. She noticed it was the same man that she had seen earlier with a different women. It angered her in a way. Mortal men treat their women in such a degrading way. Throw them away like they are nothing. Vampires even though their are conflicts between tend to need each different one for some sort of a reason. The race was a dying race. See as more people tend to hunt them now. It brought her back to what the Price might do to her or what he will do to Ada. She will get more of a punishment than Bee. She thought of going to the Price herself. Telling him what happened. She hated to admit it but it scared her what might happen. SHe knows he will be even more furious with her knowing they are in the same clan. She should not be acting in that manner. Ventrues hold themselves highly. She was acting unlike her normal self that night. Not just about the fight Ada had but the dancing and tryin to get a catch. She usually doesnt have to try that hard. She doesnt know what has been going on through her lately. She wounders if the Prince is going to asning someone to watch her. But why would he do that? She wont find out till later. He will probably send someone to find her.
Jumping down from the fire escape she used her dominant power so they couldnt see her. Turning the corner she saw that The Haven was getting even more popular. She leaned on the side of the bulding weighing her options.

(( ooc: i new the prince was going to be informed. and once again Bee is approachable.))

He giggled unexpectedly. "I didn't see that one coming," he admitted, taking a minute to check her out- slowly, from head to toe, as obvious as possible. She was laced into a tight dress that clung in all the right places, with unusual coloring. She would've been quite irresistible- had he liked girls. "All right then, Miss I'm-Uncomfortable-but-Trying-Not-to-Show-It, let's get a drink. And will you relax a little? You looked so stiff over here that I almost didn't come, despite my cunning plan to get my little hands all over that devastatingly handsome friend of yours."

Leading the way to the bar, he licked his lips when she couldn't see him. This was almost too perfect...she wouldn't actually be too bad herself if she wouldn't let him go to find her friend once he got really hungry. Pushing her onto a stool, he signalled the bartender to bring her a drink, without really caring or bothering to ask what she wanted. "So, you got a name there, honey?"