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“Why...you want some? My dude could hook you up.”

“I hope he does.”

“Some days, yes - being dead has its perks. Other days: not so much.”

“A pot head vampire. And here I thought I’d seen it all. Though I never understood the point. You’re dead. Why waste time on am herb?” the hound stepped forward from the shadows, a half eaten lunch in a container. She often came down to have lunch with her friends still stuck down in the cells. Moving closer she could smell someone familiar on him. “Ever bite a hellhound?”

          “It is a lot more difficult to be a stoner and dead - that’s true.” Catlin agreed with a quick nod. But this was what he had been before his almost murder over a hundred years ago. The undead part now was simply something he had learned to work around. It was about the only thing, in fact. “But I like the high, of course - its a chase I’m not ready to give up.” And honestly, it makes him feel more alive. He glances at the blonde, noting the box of food in her hand. “Why, are you offering?” He asked with a curiously raised brow.

The Dragon was lurking, overhearing the young vampire rattle on about the creepiness of the cells and their desire to find euphoria in a high and eating someone. An amused grin found its way onto Ina’s ruby red lips before she chuckled warmly, a low tone, almost vibrating her chest as she moved closer with a confident stride. “I’m not sure if creepy would be the term I would use, but I would be down for this adventure of getting high and perhaps watching you eat someone.” The woman’s eyes flashed an unnatural and reptilian, their normal blue hue vanishing for a moment. “Sounds intriguing.”

          A girlish chuckle causes Catlin to glance behind - taking in red lips and a confident stride. “Unfortunately eating the slaves is frowned upon.” Catlin admits the embellishments of his flawed words, though still as highly amused as ever. “I’m only allowed to nibble.” At this he sounds only slightly disappointed, yet dark eyes sparkle with unmasked deviousness as a sharp toothed smile spreads across his face. He lifts a joint, holding it up between two fingers. “Magic Weed.” And maybe he was already out of his head because he would have swore he just saw a beautiful pair of snake-like eyes looking back at him. “What are you?” Because even though he’s a vampire he has no idea what hes doing - ever.

Sidian scoffed and rolled his eyes some, finishing uup on what he had been doing to lean back and glance at where exactly this young man was and what exactly he had been about to touch. It was as he had expected, in the section with all the dangerous or sharp objects. “I could make it bite you,” Sidian replied, the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips before he eyed the other and then glanced around the shop, it wasn’t that he kept his grow secret, anyone with a good nose and a sense of the scent would know when they entered his shop but there were numerous other scents that mixed with it. “I can hook you up, but I can also promise you’ve never had anything like my Mary.” Sidian moved from where he had been and gestured for the other to follow him, pushing through the door that separated the greenhouse from the actual shop.

          This place was interesting to say the least - Catlin didn’t know what half the things in this ‘magic shop’ were used for, but it all gave off an air of power. It was the unique smell of bomb ass weed that brought Catlin with more intrigue than anything else, however. “You mean like, bring it to life?” He questioned, one dark brow raised as he glanced back at the preserved animal skeleton as a mischievous thought crossed his mind. How cool would that be for a pet? But his sire probably wouldn’t let him keep it in the house so he scratched the idea with a disappointed shrug of shoulders before following after the witch. The green house, it was something else - plants looked more alive than he’d ever seen them before. And he swore one even touched his leg as he walked through the door.

           “So - it’s like...magic weed?” His interest was peeked, as the young vampire thought he’d tried everything at least once. Sativas, indicas, hybrids, dabs, edibles. You name it, he’d done it. It had just been a hell of a lot easier when he had been human and not an animated corpse.

“I don’t blame you. They’re not very pleasant,” Oliver chuckled as he shook his head before shrugging. “That’s why I painted mine to make it more welcoming and homier. It only went so far, but it was worth a shot.” Oliver assumed this was his first time down in the cells from the comment alone and thought to voice his opinion about them since there was an opportunity to. What he hadn’t been expecting was the offer of drugs in exchange for a meal. “Has bribing your victims with drugs ever worked for you before?” The hybrid tilted his head in curiosity, a teasing lilt in his voice. 

          “Wait - wait,” Catlin glances over in search of the near by voice, only to take a few steps and stop in front of the males cell to peer though the bars as if he were some sideshow traction. “What colors could possibly make this spooky place any more welcoming?” He holds up his hand at the slaves next comment. “Is it a bribe...” Catlin began his question with a quick shake of his head, the hint of irritation in his tone. “Or is it an offer of an interesting evening?” And sometimes when he was younger, it was the occasional game of Russian Roulette during moments when his control accidentally slipped. "And often, it works often." 

          Catlin had almost been stuck in that awful storm - his clothes soaked through as he’d trudged through it.  Now, however he tried to ignore the sudden banging at the front door of his sires mansion, he really did. The sound however became more urgent and demanding as the minutes ticked by. If the snow wasn’t pure cocaine he literally wanted no part of it and whoever was stuck out there could stay for all he cared. 

         Bang, bang...           He flung the door open, cold gust of wind smacking him in the face and causing wet, dark curls to fly about his head. “Draven isn’t here...” He began as a guard all but tossed a slave past him and through the door. The guard went on to explain the situation but Cat got the gist of it and shut the door in his face. 

          Now leaning against the wood, he gave the slave a quick once over. “You should know I’m really bad at taking care of things. I killed my giga-pet as a child...” @phoenix-avery​

Of course it would have been oscar worthy - if Catlin had crashed the meeting he was sure the other elders would be talking about his unruly fledgling for centuries to come. Though just like a light switch things flipped. It was clear from his fledgling facial expressions and body language that he had somehow hit a nerve. 

 Second later Cat was fishing around in his pockets and pulled out an all too familiar black card. It had been the account Draven had given to Cat shortly after changing him. The one the young vampire had ran dry in record time. "Well you didn’t come back home for months so I assumed that’s what you had done. I assumed you wanted freedom so I let you have it.” He has told Catlin he was coming here and that he was welcome to come with him - however the male had never shown up and hadn’t gotten in contact with him in anyway. “Oh so you came for money huh? Here I thought you actually wanted to see me. What a pity.”

          Catlin had a tendency to go missing for months at a time - hold up in some party high out of his mind. This was made easier in some ways since his turning, with the added bonus of an almost unlimited bank account. But he always came back. Always. So when he did that last time - finding Dravens home entirely empty of his presence had crushed the youth. Though, he would never outwardly admit it. Stubbornly for years he stayed away after that, trying to ignore the irritating feeling that bonded them forever.

          "You know that wasn't an uncommon occurrence." There is a deliberate roll of dark eyes. These were merely excuses - why couldn't Draven just admit what they both knew? He didn't want him. The younger was literally the worst vampire in history and his sire probably regretted every day that he had ever turned him in that filthy alley years ago.

          "What are you talking about? It's not like you wanted me here anyway - you didn't even tell me where you were going. I had to follow my fucking gut - which is still weird by the way. This thing..." He gestured between them as if that was enough to explain a sire bond. It only got stronger the closer he got to Crown Point, when it had laid practically dormant for years. He closes now reddened eyes and sighs, tossing the card upon the table. "Did you even miss me?"

Draven couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit as Cat threw yet another grape - he knew it was only to annoy him so he tried to not give the male that luxury and ignored it. Instead he simply looked to the male and waited for an answer as he seemed to stare at him for a few moments before finally speaking up. “I highly doubt you would take any pleasure it in -that is unless you’re there making a scene.” He stated with a slight smirk. 

He was grateful Catlin hadn’t barged in - he could handle him inside the walls of his house. Outside though is where things got harder to keep the young vampire under control. He doubted in their time apart that he had grown up any - his current display was enough to tell him that. 

 "I assumed you’d gone out and made a life for yourself and didn’t need me much anymore. Was I wrong to assume that? If you need me by all means stay - but as usual there are rules that come with living under my roof.“

          Catlin narrowed dark hues, debating upon throwing another grape, just to see how many he could throw before Draven snapped. He was guessing at least five. But maybe in their time spent apart, his sires patience had grown when it came to his fledgling. Instead he plopped the grape into his mouth, the empty blood bag now left forgotten upon the table.

         "A scene?!" He wasnt that bad - okay he was. "Obviously you don't know me very well at all. I'm offended. But if I did - it would be well deserved and oscar worthy. Only the best for you." Granted they hadn't spent that much time together even before he was up and literally abandoned. Like he was some fucking unwanted orphan, but the undead kind.  

         And like the flip of a coin, Catlins demeanor suddenly changed with every new word that escaped Draven's mouth. "Oh yeah I definitely made a good life for myself." He said, rising from his chair, his emotions written all over his face. "But need you? No - I don't need you." He searches his pockets as if hes searching for his lighter and pulls out a fancy black card as he steps in front of Draven. "Money is all l need and I'll be out of your hair like I was never here old man." He says, tapping the unusable card against the taller males chest.