The first night had been dreamless, a blessing for Mortel after he'd been thrust into a place that he didn't know full of people who apparently knew more about him than the man knew himself. He had been looking forward to repeating that ideal of sleep after a particularly stressful day of being told that he was supposedly once one of the creatures that had terrified him the other day and was brought back to life by another one of a different kind, but it seemed that luck wasn't on his side. Tel hadn't been sure how long he had been asleep before the dreamless sleep gave way to horrific images of himself as a vampire tearing people's necks out with his fangs in what seemed to be an older time. He could feel their fear and hear the rapid beating of their hearts as he pierced their skin with his fangs and stole what was left of their lives, leaving them in nothing but terror and darkness as they died, but he couldn't wake from the nightmares, not immediately. Just as he sunk his teeth into another one of them, Tel woke with a shout, and he jolted up on the couch, entire body trembling as he gasped for breath. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, pounding heavily as he tried to shake the nightmare from his head, the fear that he felt of his own self, of the monster that he'd become. He pressed his face into his hands, trying to wish it away, because the man was terrified of the nightmare and the idea that he could have ever possibly been one of those unfeeling creatures.

She was seated in the large living room of her apartment, most of the furniture white or related colours, sitting on the back of her lounge as she put her hair up into a ponytail, waiting for Cole to come over and keep her company. She hopped off the lounge and went into her kitchen, that had only half walls separating it from her dining room and living room, and started looking in her cabinet for some scotch, since that seemed to be his preferred choice.

Jamie still wasn't sure why he had agreed to do any of that, but the thing that he really knew most was that he didn't mind that he had done body shots off of someone who wasn't his boyfriend. It probably was something that he would've regretted were he sober, but having been halfway on the way to plastered at that point already, Jamie couldn't have regretted it even if he tried. He loved the feeling of licking warm skin and getting a response from it, and the fact that he had managed to do exactly that with Cole was a success that he hadn't expected and was pleasantly surprised with. Now, though, clearly drunk with nothing but the hazy stars above him blinking in and out and the sounds of chaos ringing out through the party, Jamie couldn't stop his mind from vaguely wondering what would've happened if Cole hadn't run off and he'd stuck around. Maybe they would've done more body shots or maybe something different, but Jamie really didn't have the right to think about any of that. His mind should've told him to think about his boyfriend and worry about where Rin was, but under this spell caused by alcohol, Jamie couldn't help but let his mind and gaze drift over to where Cole was with Hunter, wondering if he'd be a total dick or a fucking saviour by going over there and interrupting the conversation. Regardless, he knew he wasn't moving from his spot. Jamie was somewhat clinging to the bar for balance, having not been this wasted in a long time and he was still getting used to the alcohol in his system, which meant that it didn't really help that he was still fuelling his body with the spiked beverage. 

Olivia stood in front of the full body mirror in her room, fixing the high tidy ponytail she had just formed. When Olivia offered Cole to take her out to dinner, she totally forgot to ask where they were going, so she didn't want to over dress. She wore a pair of skinny black jeans,white long sleeved sweater and a pair of black spiked heels, so she wouldn't look so small next to him. When she was finally satisfied with her appearance, she spun around on her heel and grabbing her bag, went out the door, locking them behind her back. She was happy that she finally had a chance to hang out with Cole properly. She actually liked the guy alot and after he confessed that he liked her also, she new she had a chance to finally find a half decent guy who did not just want to get into her pants. Jogging down the stairs as fast as she could with the heels she was wearing, Olivia went out the door where she agreed to meet him.

Telling his fellow detectives that he may have someone with some information on the case, Ezra threw on his dark trench coat and headed out the doors, hopping into his police car and heading for Lexington Avenue. His head had been spinning since this whole thing started, since he notice the message on his phone and Rhea had been unanswerable. He'd been the one that had had to wrestle with the whole 'please wait 24 hours to file a missing persons report' bullshit. Now he was finally meeting Cole, who he'd used to call 'Mr. Handsome,' under the most serious circumstances that he could never have predicted for their first meeting, if they ever were to. He parked and stepped out, wandering into Neil's and looking around.

Licking his lips, he arrived in Manhattan and went into the bar that he picked out, that he'd been past several times during work that looked decent, and hopefully Cole would be happy with. And it wasn't too posh, luckily, so he didn't feel completely out of place when he stepped in and looked around, walking towards the bar.