flick on your loosest tooth with your tongue

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Who: Réjean and Anna
What: Meeting, chatting, and an introduction to the Baedal vampire community.
Where: A thoroughly filthy dive bar.
When: Newdi night.
Warnings: For now, expect language.

The Crown and Tiger is a low-slung, semi-basement type of establishment where the only thing stickier than the bar is the floor. Among it's other qualifications -- such as the walls, floor, and upholstery, all being a similarly mysteriously stained brown -- the owner doesn't mind trading favours with Réjean and that alone is worth his patronage.

After speaking to Nuala and setting up a time and place, Réjean can be found sitting in a quiet booth with the paper and occasionally checking his CiD.

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"Are you done or should I hold your purse and earrings?" Réjean can appreciate that some people feel the need to hold onto their dignity in uncertain situations as a coping mechanism. He also knows that it makes them so much more enjoyable to cut down.

"The rules are: one -- you can live openly, but don't get caught feeding from the unwilling; two -- do not embrace anyone, ever; three -- flavours of vampire stick together, don't go looking for the others, during your short existence you won't like what you find, and finally -- if you screw the pooch on those, pray Hellsing gets to you before any other xenian. Hellsing will kill you, the xenians have fleshcrafters."

[indiscreet]

"Actually yes, holding my earrings would be quite considerate." She makes as if to remove one of them (a sparkly thing, pretty enough, though the design suggests costume jewelry).

Then she leans back in her seat, seeming satisfied. (Though, in truth, the word fleshcrafting brings back unpleasant associations. Anna has, in fact, encountered it, and the creature that resulted was... truly nasty, and all the worse for having once been Kindred.)

"In any event, Mr. Sept-Heure, thank you, you have been very helpful." A beat, and she adds, "If I haven't been staked and left to the sun within the week, I will consider myself to owe you a favor. And I'm sure you'll find some way to make me regret it."

With a quirk of her lip, Anna rises from her seat (another fluid motion).

"Shall I give your...regards to Ms. Barrett?"

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"Mon p'tit chou, I don't give a ripe fart for Ms. Barrett beyond how her own pigheadedness can get us both staked out in the sun. Don't send my regards, send along the warnings I've given you, hein?" Baedal doesn't need a Prince like a traditional Kindred city and Réjean doesn't need to need to act as a traditional Seneschal or Scourge, but he will fight for some semblance of order.

"Ask her what's worse, a little sting to her pride or being grafted into a piece of living wallpaper for one of the deep-city Kindred."

[indiscreet]

At that, Anna actually stifles a snort of laughter: if there is anything she shares with Réjean, it is a pleasure in seeing Mina squirm.

"I shall be certain to pass on the information -- and the question, Mr. Sept-Heure."

She begins to walk away, then turns one final time.

"Can I find you here, should I need to contact you again?"