location; bar of your choice

Gemma was not known for having romantic - or even sexual - relationships, her connection to the former capo who had died when she'd become capo herself was a secret to everyone but the two of them, and now only known to her. She did not fancy people, she found most of them far below her standards and often more annoying than interesting.

But annoyance wasn't always a garantee, some started off as something else, and became an annoyance after.

Yet, she still could not help the pull to Siddharth even on a bad day. He pissed her off, those brown eyes, that way he talked like he knew every one of her little secrets, the way he made pauses feel like he was seeing deep inside her soul.

It would be the smart decision to stay away from him, and she didn't.

With fingers tapping on his bicep as she joined him at the bar, she attempted to establish her dominance. She rarely did that, she rarely even thought she needed to. Her eye landing on him and feeling the twinge of annoyance along with the wandering gaze to the figure she'd once - and still - felt so drawn to. Mystery, she knew that was a big part of it.

"You? At this bar? I'd almost think you're following me, if I hadn't been the last to enter."

location ; a random night club

Being one of the few with a bonified day job, Matevos usually was one of the only members who was available for anything in the night time. And he didn't much care if he had to wake up at seven the next day to walk the dogs at the clinic, while having been out until four - or later. He drank enough coffee to sustain some kind of heart problems, but so far it hadn't happened yet. His doctor - fucker who asked way too much - always said he was fit as a fiddle, because he thought Matevos would find it funny if he did a British accent.

Matevos didn't. He liked it when he was the only one with a British accent.

Enter Siddharth Desai, loan shark, often times being forced to put up with caffeine-addicted pretend-Britt Matevos Hakobyan. Of course, no mention had ever been made of whether or not Sidd found Matevos' accent believable enough to think he actually was British, and Matevos never mentioned Sidd's roots either.

Better that way.

This task however was leaving him slightly annoyed and a little frightened. He was good at picking locks, stealing, pick-pocketing, fighting, and so forth. Not very good at fighting profesional fighters.

As very bad at dancing.

Soon as they entered the loud area, he wondered if perhaps he was the worst choice for this endeavor. "Should we get a drink while we... do some recon?" He wondered if they had coffee.

location ; abandoned traintracks just after the last train

Elanore stood, frozen almost, watching the last train run out of the station on its way to take its break for a few hours before everything would start up again. There were always those who missed it, those who had used its airconditioning to stay on their feet for a bit, to take some naps. And this was perhaps her favourite hunting ground. It was easy, people who weren't going to be missed, who weren't expecting it, who might even welcome it because their lifes were already terrible.

She liked the predictability of it: tag them, feed, kill, get rid of the body. Or in some cases, tag them, convince them, feed, let them go, clean up. She was good at compulsion. Incredibly good.

She saw two strays, exiting the station as they were ushered out from their resting spot.

"How is your compulsion, Mister Desai?" she asked.

There were few who weren't Visitors who she held close. It was not her job to recruit new Vampires to their cause, but she couldn't help it. She saw potential, perhaps she was like her father, perhaps she was better than him.

Siddharth Desai was practical, and that was a skill Elanore wished for. Her connection to the Cactus Cats was one of mutual hatred for an enemy, but that didn't mean she was against picking off their members.

"These two are ones I've drank from before, we should get away with just taking a sip and leaving them for later."