Ricky Prince: He stalks into the communal haven after his shift at the Concerto Club. In a bad mood, as with any night he had to "work." But he's off, so it could be worse. He walks in, pulling the gloves off to reveal his fur-covered hands, and flops into a seat.

Tomi Nakamura: *tomi's prowling the hallways of the haven, on a regular raid.. fucking homeless. a few had moved in who didn't know the rules.. but were smart enough to hide when she came a lookin.. hearing a noise she kicks open the door with a snarl, eyes flashing..and..oh. her face falls a little* Well fuck. Its just you.

Ricky Prince: "Just me?" He looks up at Tomi from his seat, smirking a little. "What, you were hoping for the Bishop, come to send us to do busy work?"

Tomi Nakamura: *she snorts and brushes her hair back with an abrupt shove* Looking to pummel those mother fucking vagrants. *she twists her mouth into a smirk* You look a little like a vagrant... *she snorts, but its really only half humor*

Ricky Prince: "Please." He chuckles, watching Tomi. "You try to pummel me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize."

Tomi Nakamura: *dark eyes glitter a moment with something unpleasant, before she hoists herself onto a chair and jerks her chin, snapping shrilly* what? I come into your room and find you licking your balls? I don't think so lap dog. *the challenge remains, posture abrupt and poised, little brujah on a hair trigger already*

Ricky Prince: He shakes his head a little, standing up. "You're in an especially pissy mood tonight, Tomi. What's got your dick in a grinder?"

Tomi Nakamura: have you seen ghetto barbie? Dumb bitch went and got herself Fucked up like the useless cooze she is. Have you fucking seen her? *she gives an illtempered chuckle, shaking her head*

Ricky Prince: He shakes his head. "Not lately. She's been incognito. What happened?" He tilts his head in curiosity.

Tomi Nakamura: *a snarl as she kicks at the chair, feet dangling* Stupid dyke interrupted an asskicking and got herself Visc'd up. bitch has NO fucking teeth now. *she can't help a shrill clatter of derisive laughter* She's got shit for teeth!

Tomi Nakamura: Stupid bitch is having to Stab her motherfucking meat!

Ricky Prince: He actually snarls at that. "Visc'd up? One of us did it, then, eh?" He frowns. "That's fucked up. No way can we let another pack show us up like this..."

Tomi Nakamura: Yeah. *she snaps, rolling her eyes* no shit puppy. Not to mention she's simpering like a little bitch. they fucked her arm up too, she's all t-fucking-rex on us. not that she was much use before this shit went down, but still.

Ricky Prince: He frowns and flops back down into the chair. "So, you got a plan, fearless leader?"

Tomi Nakamura: yeah. step one. Laugh at the dyke. Alot. Thats steps complete, you missed out chasing cammie tail. *she snarks with a sneer* Step two. Find out who the fuck is in Sal's Pack. ghetto's told me jack and shit so I figure I'll lay the boots to her and see if i can rattle the bitches memory. Step 3. Fuck up member of said pack on return. call it even motherfucking stephen, so their bitch asses won't fuck with the weakest link over there again. *she jerks her head in the direction of Tif's apartment, cute little sneakers clunking brutally against the base of the chair. she ruins MORE furmniture that way.*

Ricky Prince: "Sounds like a plan." He nods. "I can see what I can find out about Sal's pack, who's in it and all."

Tomi Nakamura: Sal aint the Tzim. jackass pissed out a cloud of black shit in order to snag the bitch, so count his ass out. I think it'd be nice if we could grab the tzim...

Tomi Nakamura: *she twists her mouth into a horrible smile, dark eyes glittering as she squints in pleasure, imagining god knows what. little hands curl into bone hammers, then relax as she jumps out of her chair, pacing around like a little panther*

Ricky Prince: He grins a little, watching Tomi's movements. "Yeah, I'll check it out. See what I can dig up."

Tomi Nakamura: Look at me holding my breath lapdog *she widens her eyes, biting her lip and nodding, a horrible mockery of innocent beleif, ruined entirely by the smirk* you're too busy nibbling cammie dick to even know what the fucks going on. *she smoothes her blouse. no vagrants to beat up makes her snarky. even if she likes ricky. .. er. tolerates to a greater degree*

Ricky Prince: "Thank the fucking Bishop for that, Tomi." He shrugs. "I do what I can. And I ain't workin' for no fucking Cammie's. Get it straight in that little bobblehead of yours. Though they did finally join the Treaty, the dumbshits. So I've been trying to see what I can hear."

Tomi Nakamura: *a snarl as she runs over to him, too short to have to lean over to be right in his face. a moments consideration as she sneers* You're talking your way to an asskicking gangrel. *well. really its a mark of respect that she's kept her temper this far. even for a damn brujah.. she was a bit volatile*

Ricky Prince: He looks up at Tomi, and claws grow out of his hands in warning. "I'm setting you straight on your pack member's job...Ductus." He watches her with those bitter baby browns of his. "Now, you wanna beat me for that? Go ahead. But I won't stand by and take it, like Tiffany will."

Tomi Nakamura: Not the information I have a problem with, lapdog.. its your mother fucking tone.. *she snakes her head closer to him, tilting so as to hiss in his ear, apparently unphased by his claws at this point.* change it.

Ricky Prince: He growls, but nods a little. No reason to start a fight with his pack leader, even if he's confidant in his chances. They need unity right now. "Fine. My apologies. Ductus." The word is said with a non-chalance, like a 'been there, seen that' manner. "I'll try to be less pissy. And you can save that anger for the Cam, and the fuckers who decided to mess with our pack."

Tomi Nakamura: *a jerk of her chin as she leans back slowly, bitter set to her jaw, eyes dark. a snort before she stalks out of the room, eyes scouring the hall.. where the fuck were those hobos?!*

Ricky Prince: He sighs, watching her head off, as he retracts his claws. Sure, she's got an anger management problem. But she's a good Sabbat.

Ricky Prince: Woulda been a shame to eviscerate her.