"It's a long story of breeches and the like. Something that's been rectified and makes this place safe once again.", she says telepathically.
She keeps wlaking down the stairwell and back out into the club. She gives the club a quick once over and notices the figure int he hooded long jacket.
She keeps looking to see who else is around.

He watch follows her eyes around the room. "See anyone that could be fun?" His grin grows a little almost forming a smile.

"Well, that depends on your sort of fun?", she says in a sedcutive tone, "Though I know that you don't like my kind of fun. But hey, why don't you talk to that figure in the long jacket at the bar."

"Your slightly mistaken, it's not that I don't share the interest, it's that there is something that I must finish before I can resume all of the wonderful practices that I was acustomed to."

He looks over the figure in the long jacket. "Either you think they will be of aid in my search or your trying to get rid of me." He chuckles quietly, "Maybe it's a little of both?"

"Actaully I was thinking of as aid. Because I think that I could find some fun things that we could do...", she says as she leans on the far end of the bar.

He continues to grin and raises an eyebrow. "I don't doubt the wonderfully fun things you are pondering and I think that they would be a great deal of fun. Unfortunatly right now i'll have to pass. The moment i'm finished i'll be on my way here to celebrate. I'm sure you'll have come up with a plethora of ways for us to have fun by then and we can do them all."

((sorry about the lack of posting, was out of town for the weekend. of course, because of my cookie problem, i couldn't post that info beforehand. not to mention my mother had a seizure Friday night and i spent all night in the hospital with her. *sigh* anyway, i'll be home this afternoon and i'm looking foward to getting back into the story.

((hugs it's all good. and i'm sorry. *hugs* hope that all is well now.

::Stone walks int the night club and looks around


He notices that every single sin in the book has been commited in the house. It amuses him. He then sits in the darkest corner,lights a candle and sets up his "ofisa".


-To all the kindred souls in this house of debauchery, I offer you the chance to good fortune.

Ekaterina eyes the pair as they walk into the room. A malicious smile corsses her face as seh recognizes the snake.
"So she didn't die?", she thinks.
She goes back to scanning the room, watching everyone.

"Well, I'll leave you to your questions Mr. Kincaid. I have... other business to attend to.", she says as she rubs her hand slowly across his shoulders.
She walks off back into the crowd and dances in time to "Rain of Blood" by Die Form

He watches her walk away and then slowly turns back to facing the bar. He wanders over to the robed figure and takes a seat beside them. e orders a shot of whiskey and downs it, then turns to the person next to him.

"Nice night for clubbing, isn't it."

((On behalf of Gabriel :)


One of the few times a Kindred could truly appreciate not having to
breathe
was in a situation that called for absolute silence. Gabriel could
appreciate this to the full extent as he stood silently on the outer
side of
the ornate door leading to one of the club's various VIP rooms.

Laughter rang out from within, sprinkled with the expected obscenities
that
should be expected from it's debauched inhabitants. The Setites cackled
about various plans and past exploits as they gorged themselves on a
mixture
of vitae and booze. The stench that wafted from underneath the door
threatened to make Gabriel wretch. He restrained himself and reached
deftly
into his coats pocket and produced a small vial.

Normally, such menial tasks would've fallen to one of his many
underlings.
But for such a personal errand, he had decided to see to every detail
personally. It was a great risk for a Ventrue, most of his clan
brethren
created as large a buffer as possible between themselves and the crime.

Through the plywood, Gabriel heard the distant click of a speakerphone
trigger being pushed down, and then the drink soaked voice of one of
the
Setites.

[i:2f04214a4d]"We need some more whiskey up here! Bring a pitcher this time!"[/i:2f04214a4d]
With
that they exploded into laughter once again. Gabriel grinned and milled
about the hallway for a moment, feigning glances at the wall's
intricate
hieroglyphics. When he heard the waitresses' approaching footsteps, he
tore
the security camera from the wall, illuminating the poorly lit hallway
with
a shower of sparks before slipping once more into darkness.

He slunk into the shadows just in time before the waitress emerged,
carrying
a dark pitcher.

[i:2f04214a4d]"Excuse me miss..."[/i:2f04214a4d]



(your quite welcome James

She eyes the man sureptitiously from behind her cowl.

"Depends on what you're clubbing.", she says in a cold voice with a heavy accent.

She turns around facing the bartender who starts and moves away towards Isis. Ekaterina smiles a cruel smile, made even more ghastly by the barbs of bone that punctuate her face.

"But are you really that interested in such forms of cruelty, are you?", she asks as she turns her head slightly to Griq, making sure her face is still hidden.

Without a hint of humor in his tone he replies, "It depends on who or what you're being cruel to. Sometimes things need be delt with in a crude fashion. Then again there always are much more devious ways of being cruel."