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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"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?"