Casey Iver: "I can understand that...personally though i care more about ensurin our little wars dont hurt those around us. If it affects the humans, or hurts them in anyway...well just stay away from me then. *He grins and chuckles*

Blind: "It's gonna hurt more people not organising than it is to do it, even if some compramise is gonna be neccissery." he sighs "Too many egos."

Casey Iver: *Casey nods* "Aye, but thats the way its always been. All ya can do is work with wha ya got." *He finishes off his glass and sets it asside.* "So do ya think ya could do me a favor fella?"

Blind: "If it's in my power to do I'll give it a shot."

Casey Iver: *Casey smiles* "Its simple really, just let the tyrant know im around, give her ma name if ya have ta. I just figure its time im a bit more known." *He chuckles* "Of course thats if i dont see her before you do."

Blind: "You got a more mundane way to get in contact with you, like that ringy thing, I feel better leaving peoples names for them to tell. But sure I'll let her know you're in town when I see her."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The door to the bathroom opens and brigitte meanders out, dripping wet from her dip in the hottub, wrapped in a tiny white towel. Humming softly to herself.

Casey Iver: *Casey reaches into his pocket and pulls out a notepad, flipping past several pages filled with notes he jots down a number and rips it out handing it to Alister* "There ya go, the normal way."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte meanders into the main lounge and bends down behind the bar. She moves around toward the vanity. Looking for something.

Blind: He takes the note and pockets it "The new fangled way." he says with a laugh, looking up to Brigitte "Heya, what've you lost?" he says plesantly.
Leon doesn't even recognise her having entered, sat exactly how he was already.

Casey Iver: *Casey is somewhat bewildered at the sight of "Emma" walking in in just a towel and does his best not to look.* "So...uh..why havent ya met any of the circle? they just don come around here or somethin?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She blinks up to Alister with an almost embarassed look. Clinging to her towel. "My purse. It has my medicine in it." She kicks around the chairs, even Leon's. Unphased by the creepy apple loving man. "It's cute.. Um.. white.. with little silver strappy things.. Buckles.."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Which circle?" She asks idly, reaching under an armchair and producing said purse. She pulls out a perscription bottle and uncaps it.

Blind: "Havn't seen it." he says looking around to see if he can. "Just havn't." said in a reply to Casey, glancing to the man and smirking at the embarssment, he'd gotten used to this kind of thing by now.

Casey Iver: *Casey does his best not to look at "Emma's form* "Dante's, was just curious why Alister didnt really know any of em."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She rolls her eyes at the two of them, plopping two blue pills in her mouth. "Christ, fine. I'll put some clothes on." She mumbles under her breath "You guys are worse than laurel.." She moves over to the vanity, digging through the drawers. "Alister probably just doesn't go out of his way.. because they're all uptight. I love Dante. Love him. But I swear, sometimes, his monologues drive me batty."

Blind: "We've been disscussing polatics." he explains to emma with a laugh.

Blind: "Hey I'm not complaining about the view." he says with a teasing tone to Brig and a wink to her.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She quirks a brow to Alister. "Politics you say.. mmm.. Sounds like I'll need a stiff drink to join in." She drops the towel and pulls on a pair of white athletic pants and a white tank top. Taking her time. Not seeming to mind changing in front of the others.

Casey Iver: *Casey does his best to concentrate on his note pad for a few moments.* "Aye, he does get a bit preachy sometimes, but as far as i can tell thats just cause he really means what he's sayin."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shrugs, moving over to shake herself a martini. "Well of course he does. If you repeat something over and over and OVER and over.. you'll condition yourself to believe the sky is purple. That doesn't make it right."

Casey Iver: "Maybe." *Casey smiles* "But ya have ta believe in somethin."

Blind: "I'm staying out've this till I've atleast met the guy." he says with a laugh.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her martini, grinning over to Casey. "Don't have to, love. Hell.. If I had the capacity to TRULY believe in anything.. I wouldn't waste my time proving myself to humanity. Drink?" She looks over to Alister with a confused look. "You.. do know who Dante is.. right?"

Blind: "Nope, like I said I've not met any of the circle, or in passing if I have done." he shrugs "Not a big problem aside from the fact that getting everyone on the same side would give us a better chance in the long run."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*pokes the clones*)

Casey Iver: *Casey looks at his empty glass and nods his head.* "If ya would be so kind Ma'am." *He grins at her quizzically.* "I suppose thats true. but thats a different subject all together."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She grins over to Casey. "Is that an eloquent way of calling me a scatterbrain? I've been called worse, I suppose. Not recently though.. What are you drinking, love?"

Blind: "Vic doesn't work with anyone though, that's not a new thing." he laughs.

Casey Iver: *Casey nods absently* "I find when people in power are so alike, they tend ta disagree the most." *He chuckles* "There too busy fightin for the same thing in a different way that they dont realize they should be on the same side."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles. "He works with me.. but I know the right buttons to press. He's a dear, really. You just have to get to know him."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods to Casey. "They mostly argue about the others compitence. It's all so.." She waves her hand, pouring her martini with the other ".. testosterone induced."

Casey Iver: *Casey grins* "Not at all lass, i'm just making friendly. And ill have a beer if theirs any back there."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles. "Well it'd be a pretty sorry bar if there wasn't.." She pours him a beer and struts over, handing it to the man.

Casey Iver: *He raises the glass to her.* "Much obliged. An i can't really say much as to what they do as i haven't even met the tyrant yet."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She tips her glass to Casey "You haven't? I'll have to poke her to let her know. She's a dear.. you'll adore her."

Blind: "Sooner or later there'll be things that draw people together no matter the rivaly, it's just whether the matter will have gone to far by the time it does or not." he says taking another swig of his drink. "I dont think it's testosterone either, my bet's on Egos." he smirks "Much worse, harder to displace"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She rolls her pretty eyes. "Right.. because the earthbound and a cult of fanatics isn't ENOUGH to deal with. Ooo.. maybe if Michael comes to town they'll finally pull their heads out of their asses, hug, and get along long enough to kiss the world goodbye."

Casey Iver: *Casey grins again* "If ya say so lass." *He thinks for a moment* "nah, ya dont really need to displace them....ya just need an intermediary of sorts."

Casey Iver: *Casey chuckles at Brigittes comment*

Blind: "That was the point brigitte, when they do it'll be too late and we can watch the world end."

Luke Matthews: *Walking in casually and patting his hair down to make sure it's still as styled as he left it, Luke hangs up his spring jacket and makes a slow pace into the room with a forced comfortable smile* "Bonjour, everyone."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Yay!" She giggles, sipping her martini. Moving over to sit on the bed. "So aside from preparation for the end of the world.. What else is going down tonight? Any plans?"

Blind: Leon acctually looks up from his corner seat for a moment before returning to the apple core he's picking apart.
Alister looks up to luke "Hello." he says with a slight saoute "Sorry, you are, havn't had the pleasure I don't think?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives Luke an extensive once over, grinning girlishly in his direction. "Mmm.. fresh meat. Hello there, love."

Casey Iver: *Casey shakes his head.* "Nay no plans myself, waitin ta here from Dante mostly." *He looks over at Luke somewhat surprised to see him here.* "Welcome fella, what brings ya here?"

Blind: "Down girl." he says looking over to brigitte with a laugh.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flips wet hair over her shoulder with a huff in Alister's direction. "Oh, poo. You're no fun. Or too sober."

Laurel Hensley: ((Guys mind another?))

Luke Matthews: *Nods politely over to Leon and proceeds over to the new gentleman in the room with his hand extended* "I h-am Luke Matthews, and you are?" *Distracts himself with the lady's presence in the room and changes color a bit* "Allo madame..." *And nods over to Casey with a surprised look of his own* "... fancy meeting you 'ere, eh?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (not at all)

Blind: ((no, please do bring here, we have someone who wants to meet the lass *G*))

Casey Iver: *Casey eyes Luke quizically* "Aye, the fates work in strange ways don they?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans back against the bar, grinning to Luke. Always did love meeting strangers. She stays quiet for a moment. The pills starting to take affect.

Blind: "Oh I'm plenty fun." he says with a grin and a wink, before looking back to the new guy as he's addressed. "Alister." he takes the hand and shakes it briefly, a relaxed shake

Laurel Hensley: The window to the main room was open...and it's through that that she steps. Coming down from the roof, a cigarette burning between her lips, she takes a look around, blinking at a couple faces she's not familiar with.

The girl is best described as "cute"...the all-American girl next door sort. Tall and thin, with shoulder-length, dark chestnut hair and cool blue eyes, one would imagine that if she gave a big, bright smile, she'd light up the room, and then some. However, she doesn't much seem to be the type to give those wide smiles...her expressions are a bit more muted, softer. A pair of simple, unadorned glasses rest on her nose. The rest of her is fit, and well-proportioned enough...certainly not so much to be voluptuous. More athletic, though she seems to have a more scholarly look to her then a sporty look. She gives off a general feeling of being quite approachable, even if there is a keener, more discerning look in her eyes. Her manner of dress today, a simple red v-neck T-Shirt and blue jeans, with sandals on her feet.

Luke Matthews: *Nodding politely to the man, he looks over to Casey* "... de fates, you say? I'm not sure what 'and dey may 'ave in dis, but I'm certainly glad to see you in 'ere, mon ami!" *Walks over to Casey after returning the relaxed hand shake to Alister and pats him on the shoulder as if they were old college buddies*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte squeaks playfully "Oo! Laurel!" She sprints across the room to pounce the other woman.

Blind: "Ah, and our glorious leader returns." he teases, "Casey the tyrant Laurel umm, I forget her last name." he says with a wave in her direction and a shrug at the forgotten name

Casey Iver: *Casey looks casually in Laurels direction contemplating her with friendly eyes. He then stands and walks towards her careful not to get in the way of Brigittes missle like trajectory.*

Laurel Hensley: "Ack!" She manages to get the cigarette into her hand and out of the way so Brigette doesn't run smack-dab into it, but only JUST. She smiles a little and wraps her arms around the pouncing girl, raising a brow to Alister. "Glad to see I'm so memorable..." It's intended to to be more amused then anything else, if not for the oof sound when Brigette tackles her.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte pulls the woman into a tight hug, kissing her neck. "Missed you, love. Oo.. I'll make you a drink." She pulls away and moves back toward the bar. Feeling especially ADD tonight, it seems.

Blind: "Oh you're memorable all right." he says with a chuckle at the pounce and a wink to laurel "But memorability doesn't mean I'm gonna keep infromation I'm not gonna be using, like your surname, I mean really why would I need that hu?" he says with a laugh

Casey Iver: *Casey watches Brigette move away towards the bar somewhat quizzically before turning back to Laurel. He smiles warmly to the woman and bows slightly.* "Evenin Ma'am, My name is Casey Iver and it is a pleasure ta finally meet ya."

Laurel Hensley: "Okay." She watches Brigette wander away with a fond smile, before looking over to Casey, pushing the glasses up onto her nose as she looks him over. A smile is given to him. "Hello." She glances back to Luke a moment, then back to Casey.

Luke Matthews: *Looking at the lady making the entrance, he seems to have a vague memory of her... could it possibly be the lady that Leon introduced her to that night way back then? He blushes at the thought and decides it may be best to get a drink to put in his mouth so he doesn't have to say anything and walks over to the bar*

Blind -> Laurel Hensley: ((I think she met luke, leon brought him in))

Laurel Hensley: "Laurel Hensley." A hint of emphasis, and a slight grin given to Alister, before she looks back to Casey and nods to him. "Welcome to New York."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte slinks behind the bar to make Laurel's drink. Her being busy and all. She grins to Luke when he makes his way over. "Mix something for you, love? I shake one hell of a martini.." She shakes her hips, playfully. A drug induced loopy smile about her.

Laurel Hensley -> Blind: ((Ahh, that's right. S'all good, though, she's just not very trusting at the moment for SOME reason. *Cough*Victor*Cough* So new blood gets the look-over, even if she's met them. *S*))

Blind: "Oh because stressing it makes me more liable to remember it." he says with a smile. finishing his own drink and putting the glass down on the table

Luke Matthews: *Taking the briefest glance over to the lady, Luke tries to hide his ridiculous blushing in a failed attempt to hide just how totally shy he is. He nods to the lady a bit, and his french accent bleeds all over the place* "Yes... please... martini..."

Casey Iver: *Casey nods smiling.* Thank ya miss Hensley but i must tell ya ive been here a while, i've jus been well keepin quiet. I'd just recently learned of the court here, so i figured id better make your acquintence."

Blind -> Laurel Hensley: ((well leon is sat on watch in the corner so, rest some easier aye ;), about the only time his pressence is comforting at all, lol))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She starts making Luke's martini in addition to Laurel's drink. "Have a name, love?"

Laurel Hensley: "I can dream, can't I?" She winks to Alister. Casey gets a right tilt of her head as she looks back to him. "Fair enough. Then, in that case, welcome to the Court of New York...if you're planning on joining, that is."

Blind: "I have a dream... oh wait sorry, let's try that again." eckhem "I have a dream." in an attempt to mimic martin luther king's voice... not a brilliant attempt either

Luke Matthews: "I h-am Mr. Matthews... Luke, I mean... mon nom is Luke..." *Turns his face to the side and winces a bit... why must this be so difficult? Trying to wipe the pain of his mistake from his face with his right hand, he puts on his best smile and looks back to the lady behind the counter* "H-and you are?"

Casey Iver: "Well Ma'am i'll be honest with ya, im not entirely sure where i belong at the moment for some time now all thats mattered for me is the humans...im not sure if i'm ready to get back in the middle of things." *He says this with the utmost sincerity obviously not wanting to anger the tyrant.*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Mister matthews.. Mister luke.. how fun. I like it." She giggles, handing him his martini. Blatanly ignoring his question.

Luke Matthews: *Takes the Martini, sort of standing there for a second waiting for an answer and is clearly not getting it. Raising his glass to her anyway, he takes a sip of it and sort of leans against the bar, taking a quick look over the scene. His eyes fall upon Laurel and Casey and he seems to fix his gaze on that for awhile*

Laurel Hensley: She glances over at Luke and Brigette for a moment, then looks back to Casey. She's got an even expression on her face...split only by the small, belying smile. She takes a drag off her cigarette and shrugs. "Well, if you're worried about humans, Casey...you're in just the right place. We're all about humanity here, aren't we?" The question seemingly directed to Alister and Brigette, though she doesn't stop smiling to Casey.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte giggles and bounces back over toward Laurel, her drink in hand. "Yay, humans!"

Laurel Hensley: She takes her drink from Brigette with a grateful smile, leaning in to kiss the other woman before she raising the glass to her lips.

Blind: "Well otherwise the entire exercise that has brought us all here has been a bit of a wasted effort hasn't it?" he smiles. That's a yes... sort of, his way at yes anyway.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She handles her martini, leaning weakly against Laurel. Smiling over to Casey.

Casey Iver: *Casey looks around the room.* "Thats good ta here Ma'am, but my concern is in what fashion you care about the humans more. I appologize for such questioning but i have to be sure i'm in the right place." *He fixes Laurel with his gaze, gauging how she will react.*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles sweetly over to Casey. "You don't have to apologize, love. Not here. Here you can speak as freely as you like."

Laurel Hensley: She slips the arm with the rum and Coke around Brigette, expression going a bit...questioning toward Casey. A slight frown. "I'm not sure I gather your meaning, sweetie."

Blind: "As freely as you like excluding threats. But Case isn't the type for threats, now get vic here and we've got a whole new ball game." he smirks and looks over to Luke "You gonna come join the debate? come on get everyone involved." he grins, it's friendlily said waving for luke to take a seat.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She casts a pleading smile to Alister "He.. doesn't know how he comes off sometimes. He really does mean well.."

Laurel Hensley: "Totally free to speak," she agrees, though something Alister says turns her expression a little bit colder. She watches him for a moment, taking a drag off the smoke, then looks back to Casey. "Sorry. Just not following, I guess."

Casey Iver: *Casey looks between them trying to decide how to say what he must. The smile fading slightly from his face.* "I mean in the way as how you see them. I remember seeing our kind think of humans as nothing but cattle, the equivilent of tools to be used. *Caseys right hand clenches and shakes a bit.* "And i will not let that happen again, so i must ask Ma'am if thats how ya seem them?

Luke Matthews: *Smiles at Alister and nods, taking a stance closer to the collective and walks over* "I do a lot of talking h-all day, I tink right now is de time to do de listen, eh?" *Takes another sip of his drink to avoid having to do any follow up arguments*

Blind: He shurgs "Suit yourself mate." looking back from luke to the centre of the debate, he got a look, he didn't see a look, oh well.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles, smiling to Casey. "If you really want to know how we view humanity.. feel free to wander the halls. There are three girls living here of their own volition. Unbound by any pacts that I'm aware of. I doubt they'd stick around if they were treated like cattle."

Laurel Hensley: She smirks a little bit to Casey, the downward slide to her mood continuing a bit. "Cattle? We're not Raveners here. We've risked being sucked back into Abyss, and our very existances, to protect humanity. Like Brigette says...just ask Maria and the others how we treat them. I may be a bit too close to see the trees, sweetie, but I don't even think an outward perspective could call us slavers of humanity."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles. "Slavers? Jesus.. I'd make a terrible slaver." She leans into mock whisper to Casey "Just don't look under the bed.. the whips are only props, I promise."

Blind: He takes a deep breath and sighs at the downward slide in mood, though brigitte's mock whisper makes him smirk "Whips chains and sexual sprains aye?" a wink to her.

Luke Matthews: *Taking an active interest in the conversation, Luke pulls up a chair and gets a bit more comfortable, seeming to absorb everything that's being said. Maybe he should make the decision to join or not to join himself... as that might result his ability to attend the sanctuary and all*

Casey Iver: *Casey backs down a bit his gaze softening.* "Again i appologize, i have seen the girls and they do seem fine, but ya can never know for certain unless ya ask, the consequences of asking be damned." *He looks back up to Laurel with a smile* "But it makes me happy to hear it from you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles in Alister's direction, nodding. "Retired, love. Only for Laurel nowadays." She kisses the woman's cheek.

Blind: "Doesn't make you retired, just more conservative." he grins

Laurel Hensley: The kiss to her cheek seems to be enough to halt her descent, and she smiles a little to Casey. "Fair enough. Well...with that in mind, do you still need time to think about it, before you decide whether to join us or not?" She rests her temple lightly against Brigette's cheek as she watches Casey.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She runs a hand over Laurel's hair, still looking toward Alister. "When you're no longer getting paid for it.. it goes beyond conservative."

Blind: "True."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She sips her martini, looking back over to Casey.

Casey Iver: *Casey does his best to block out Brigitte and Alisters conversation as he thinks for a moment* "No Ma'am, If what you say is true, and i beleive it is then i see no reason to stand against your aside from you. I gladly offer my aid to you and your court. In whatever way i can." *He flashes a brilliant smile happy once again.*

Casey Iver: ((sorry thats against you or aside from you :P))

Laurel Hensley: She smiles warmly. "Excellent. Welcome to the Court, Casey. We're glad to have you." She reaches around with her free hand to grab her glass from the one around Brigette, and takes a sip of the dark amber liquid. "Have you been acquainted with John Dante and his Circle yet?"

Blind: Alister smiles and nods but stays silent.

Casey Iver: *Casey nods.* "Aye Ma'am i have met many of the circle. "They seem a good lot, they've been helping me with a few problems."

Luke Matthews: *Nudges Alister and says in a hushed voice* "Do you 'ave to be part of dis 'court' to come 'ere?"

Laurel Hensley: She raises a brow slightly. "Ahh, I see. You may want to mention this to him, then...just in case he's considering you one of his. He's a good sort, and he means well...but at this point, the Circle and the Court have remained...formally exclusive of each other. Though we do aid each other with matters involving our kind."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte giggles in Luke's direction.

Blind: "No." he says no hus to his voice "Sanctuary is open to all fallen in the city, neutral ground as it were, a meeting place, a place to settle disputes peacefully across the board and exchange information and just be amoung our own."

Casey Iver: *Casey shakes his head* "Aye, i've heard there are some tensions between yourselves and them. An I'll let him know, but if things are as i believe, it won make much difference."

Laurel Hensley: She frowns a little bit. "Won't make much difference? What do you mean?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Couldn't have said it better myself, love." She says with a wink to Alister. Downing the rest of her martini. She kisses Laurel's cheek and meanders away again. Wandering back toward the bar.

Luke Matthews: *Nods his head to Alister then looks over to se Brigitte giggling at him. He blushes again and raises his drink to her, again in thanks for her making it and takes the quivering drink to his lips taking another sip. Courage... yeah... going to have to work on that one a bit, he thinks to himself as he drinks some more*

Laurel Hensley: She smiles and kiss Brigette's shoulder as she moves away, then looks to Alister with a nod. "Well-put."

Casey Iver: "I see no reason why we will not continue to work together, despite my decision here today." *He grins* "With any luck it will help matters."

Blind: "Why thank you." he says making an attempt at a mock bow from his sitting position a jokey tone.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods to Casey, starting to shake herself another maritini. "The crimsonstar is a very understanding man. At times. He usually makes his judgements without basing them on affiliation. And when he's made them.. they're fairly set."

Laurel Hensley: "Hmmm..." She tilts her head, moving toward the bed. She sets her glass down so she can chain-light a new cigarette off the butt of her old one. "You're speaking in vagueries and generalities, sweetie. Which makes things oh-so-difficult for me to comprehend your exact meaning." She takes a seat on the edge of the bed and crosses a leg over her knee. "How would joining the Court help matters with you working with the Circle?"

Casey Iver: "I mean Ma'am that it may help with the division between the two groups." *Looking to Alister* "All thats really needed, is communication."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte finishes shaking her martini and wanders back around from the bar. She meanders to the corner and fiddles with the stereo, pisking a CD.

Blind: He nods to cascey "Before you showed up we were talking about how a divided front causes alot've problems and means alot of things are made more difficult than they need be."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She thumbs through the rack and plops in her favorite Switchblade Symphony CD (at a decent volume for a change) before meandering off again. Toward the bed to crawl up behind laurel.

Laurel Hensley: She shrugs slightly. "Communication's been tried before. I think...things are about as good as they've ever been between us. The difficulty lies not in communication. It lies in the fact that we can't seem to merge into one, for whatever reason...which makes two separate factions. And that's always going to cause a divided front."

Luke Matthews: *Finally putting enough together, Luke speaks up a bit* "If it h-only comes down to de communique, huh-why not pro-puz a regular meeting of leaders 'ere in de ground neutral, eh?"

Casey Iver: *Casey nods* "I can see that. But i think i will try regardless. I usually have a way with words." *Casey smiles again*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods, crawling up behind Laurel and laying her chin on the other woman's shoulder. "I don't see why he's being so stubborn. Maybe you should try talking to him again. I mean.. hell.. you both've gone through a LOT of changes since the last formal negotiation.. You're a woman now.. he no longer has that silly accent.."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She quirks a brow at Casey. "Oh, you do, love? Another member of the fifth? I think we're coming up in swarms.."

Blind: "We were talking about working towards that laurel it's on the agenda some place, it just needs to be made viable somehow." a look back to cacey before back to laurel again "Can't hurt to keep the matter in mind, if there are indaviiduals co-operating from both sides it's a step towards the right direction isn't it?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I cooperate with the crimsonstar, too." She says in a girlish huff. "Just.. not with my hands anymore."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She turns to Luke. "Because that would involve acknowledging the other's position of authority. Dante has a problem with that sometimes. That.. and he's off daydreaming about saving the world, one lost soul at a time. A fantastic idea, but I prefer realism."

Laurel Hensley: She looks around, listening quietly to the various opinions. Her own expression thoughtful. She takes another drag of her cigarette.

Casey Iver: *Casey turns to Brigitte* "Nay i am of the fourth. Always have always will be" *He smiles and then turns back to Laurel.* "I think it possible as well, from what i can tell i see no reason why you would not work tagether."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Her eyes light up in Casey's direction. "Ooooooo.. one of the fourh. FABulous. Baby will be so.." she looks around with a blink. "Where is baby.. by the way?"

Laurel Hensley: "I don't know," she murmurs to Brigette, frowning a little.

Blind: "Haven't seen her in a while, nor philip or vic for that matter, but I've been known to miss things happening under my nose so you know." he shrugs.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shrugs and sips her martini. The flake not being terribly concerned. "Hmph. Alright."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She rolls her eyes. "God, I know. Beth won't shut up about wanting to see Phillip. He needs to leash that girl and get her out of my hair.."

Laurel Hensley: She nods a little to Alister, smirking slightly. "Yeah, well...you know. It's sort of an endemic problem." She sighs and looks back to Casey. "Feel free to try, Casey. Just be careful. I don't want Dante thinking I've sent someone over to convert people to the Court."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: A young female voices calls from down the hall "I heard that!"

Blind: He can't help but laugh as the reply comes back.

Casey Iver: "Nah, ive never been good at conversions, i've always been more of a guide myself." *He chuckles*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (message from Luke-p: his comp is being a bee-atch, will return after he reboots. Luke will do that whole quiet thing until then. He's good at that.)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte giggles and calls toward the hall. "Just playing, love! Kisses!"

Laurel Hensley: She chuckles a little at the banter between Brigette and Beth, then turns her attention back to Casey. "What you attempt and what Dante may think is happening may be two separate things. Wouldn't be the first time it's happened."

Blind: "I thought the playing was resevered for laurel, the leash too." he snickers.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: A half asleep fourteen year old girl wanders out of one of the small bedrooms and down the hall into the main lounge. She's wearing simple pajama pants and a blue tank top. Her hair is a shoulder length jungle of red curls. Beth's features are fair and freckle splattered. Pretty, but having yet to fully mature. She exudes an air of naive innocence. She rubs her eyes, wandering in groggily.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles, leaning conspirationally toward Alister. A mock whisper. "Leave my leash out of this.. The child is up.." She winks to the man.

Blind: "Arf, yes ma'am." he says with a wink

Casey Iver: *Casey nods to Laurel.* "Only the fates will tell Ma'am" *He chuckles again* "Good thing im one of them" *He smiles happily and then finds a seat.*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She falls over in a fit of giggles. "Jesus.. did you just bark at me?" Beth quirks a brow at all the new people, but doesn't seem phased. Busy place, afterall. She quietly makes her way behind the bar to grab a bottle of water.

Laurel Hensley: She smirks a little bit to Casey and looks at Alister with a grin. "Hey, now..." Beth gets a warm smile. "Hello, Beth. How are you?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shrugs, looking over to Laurel. Still groggy it seems. She takes a drink from her water. "Just woke up. Not sure yet. Am I interrupting?"

Blind: "Bark? me, really what dooo I look like?" he says in mock protest, smirking all the while.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte looks up with a grin to Alister. "Look like a little bitch to me!" She giggles again, hiding behind Laurel just she's hit with divine retribution.

Laurel Hensley: "No, not interrupting. Just making some introductions." She smiles and gestures to Casey. "Casey, this is Beth. Beth...Casey. He's one of us."

Blind: "I think I lost that round didn't I?" says looking to cacey with a laugh.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a wide eyed stare over to Casey. If she knows what 'one of us' implies, you certainly can't tell. "Uhh.. Hi. Casey." She takes another drink from her water and looks in the fridge to see if there's anything edible.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (beth does. could have swore I put her name in that post. i'll be better.. pinky swear *G*)

Casey Iver: *Casey laughs* "Aye its all over for you now fella." *Turning to Beth, Casey gives his warmest smile* "Hello there lass, a pleasure to meet ya."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Beth smiles sweetly over to Casey before turning again for food. Digging through without much success. Brigitte slaps her forehead. "Yeah.. I KNEW I forgot something. Hey beth.. love.. you like pizza.. right? Or chinese.."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Beth rolls her eyes, closing the refrigerator. "I'll be fine." She wanders back through the lounge slowly. Drinking her water.

Casey Iver: *Casey stretches out in the chair he found now obviously more relaxed.* "I know i decent pizza place nearby, had a couple of slices on patrol one day."

Blind: He laughs at the eye rolling. "Ah well, of all the people to lose to it's not so bad."

Laurel Hensley: She keeps her eyes on Beth, watching her for a bit, before leaning back on the bet, into Brigette.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte leans weakly into Laurel, nuzzling her chin in the other woman's neck. Looking amongst the others. Not so much to beth. Beth wanders over to a corner and takes a seat, curling up with her bottle of water. She shrugs to Casey, rubbing her eyes again.

Casey Iver: *Casey stretches one more time and then stands sauntering over to Beth. Still smiling he squats down near her and looks up at her.* "Well if ya don like pizza lass, what do ya want?"

Laurel Hensley: She looks up to Brigette, smiling a little to her. "How are doing today, love?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Beth quirks a smart ass brow at the man squatting near her. A tiny frown forms "Wouldn't mind you.. a few feet back, thanks."

Blind: Alister sits back aparently very little to say now, he runs a hand through his hair and glances to the bar debating internally. before looking over to cacey and Beth.
Leon is done with the apple which is all gone, save the seeds resting on the table in front of him, the knife set beside them, now sat back in his detached state.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte kisses laurel's cheek. "Better, love. Better. Last week was tiring.. took William out for a while. Had a somewhat lengthy heart to heart with the big lug. Everything's FABulous now, though."

Laurel Hensley: She nods a little bit. "That's good. I'm glad things are going well between you." She smiles a little bit, and then looks down to her lap, sipping her drink.

Casey Iver: *Casey puts his hands up in defeat* "Fair enough lass. Only tryin ta help *He stands and goes to one of the nearby chairs and plops himself into it.*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte gives her waist a subtle squeeze. "And you, love?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Beth gives an untrusting look around. Strangers for the most part. She nurses her bottle of water, staring out at the others.

Blind: He laughs at casey "Never mind man, better luck next time." pushing to his feet he heads for the bar.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Beth mumbles in Laurel's direction. "Have you seen Maria? Is she better?"

Casey Iver: *Casey looks to Alister* "Aye seems im not very popular with the ladies tonight." *He chuckles*

Laurel Hensley: She shrugs. "I'm okay. Urian's been quite the help as of late. I'm very glad to have been misjudging him."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte continues to nuzzle Laurel. "I told you he was a dear. Real teddy bear once you get to know him."

Blind: "Never mind Case, think she's a bit young for you anyway." he says with a laugh and starts pouring himself a drink, something green and thus probably appley.

Laurel Hensley: She looks over to Beth and nods a little. "I think she is. We haven't had the opportunity to talk much...she's been spending a lot of time with Jay."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns, nodding to Laurel. "Yeah. I know. I wish she'd talk about what was spooking her. She's been really weird lately." She looks over between alister and casey with a disgusted look about her. "Ew. He's like.. old enough to be my dad. That's beyond gross."

Casey Iver: *Casey shakes his head* "Disgustin Alister, im only tryin ta be nice." *Reaching into his pocket he pulls out his notepad and begins jotting down some new notes.*

Laurel Hensley: She nods to Brigette, smiling a little as she leans into the nuzzle, eyes half-shutting. "Yeah, he is."

Blind: He sighs "And no one can take a joke either, sheash." he laughs. taking a sip of his drink

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Holding onto Laurel, brigitte smiles over to Beth. "Just remember, love, every man has a weakness. That's when you kick them in the balls."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Beth looks back over to Alister "That's so not funny.. that's creepy. Like.. child molester creepy. And besides.." She straightens up in her chair. "I wouldn't want to disappoint phillip.."

Blind: He rolls his eyes "If I were serious, it'd creepy, if you think I'm being serious then I'm not the one with the problem." he shakes his head and shrugs

Casey Iver: *Casey raises a quizzical eyebrow and smile to beths sudden change. But simply returns to his notes.* "Come on Alister i can't think like that if i tried, put away so many of those types over the years it sickens me."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: At Alister's words, Beth slinks further into her chair. Staring down at her knees. Going quiet.

Laurel Hensley: "C'mon, guys." She opens her eyes and sighs. "No need to get nasty over a misunderstood joke."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte lets out a long sigh, sprawling out on the bed. "Christ if it gets any more heavy in here, I'm going to need some serious drugs.."

Blind: "I wasn't saying you were thinking like that." he runs a hand through his hair, but his tone returns to normal and he nods to what laurel says. "Don't be like that kid, you'll be beautiful when you finish growing up, yer just a little young. I think the hour's getting to everyone, maybe time we went our seperate ways for the night." He glances to his watch to see what the hour actually is.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Beth doesn't look up or respond to Alister's words.

Laurel Hensley: She looks back to Brigette, lying back with her. "Well, let's make sure it doesn't get more heavy. You need a refresh on your drink?"

Casey Iver: *Casey glances at his own watch as well and then flips the his notepad closed.* "Aye i think your right Alister. That and i really need to find Dante, we're getting close i know it." *Casey turns to Laurel and the to everyone else in turn.* "I am afraid i must be off, duty calls." *He smiles*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: she nods, handing her empty glass to Laurel. "You're too good to me, love.."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte grins over to Casey. "It's been a blast. Come back anytime, love. I'm usually here. Or downstairs somewhere. Just ask around."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Beth quietly gets up and meanders back to her room, closing the door behind her.

Laurel Hensley: She smiles and takes the glass, leaning up to kiss Brigette before looking back to Casey. "Good evening, Casey. Good to meet you."

Casey Iver: *Casey proceeds first to the bar to put his glasses in the sink and then turns once more to Laurel* "The pleasure is all mine Ma'am. And i'm sure ill see ya around emma." *Casey then proceeds past Alister giving him a pat on the shoulder and then heads down the stairs and out of the club.*

Blind: He downs the green liquid "I'll take my leave aswell, I've upset enough people for one night I think. Talk to you girls soon, take care and have fun." He gives each've them a half wave as he starts headed out.

Laurel Hensley: She nods to Alister, rising with the glass in hand and walking over to the man. She gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Be well, Alister. I'll see you later." She smiles and makes her way back toward the bar, to refill the drink.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte smiles and blows kisses to both of the vacating males.

Casey Iver: ((Fun stuff all around guys, thanks for the scene. would have stayed longer but if i had i might have stayed up all night...again:P))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (heh. thank YOU. *G*)

Laurel Hensley: ((Thanks for the scene, you two!))

Blind: "You too." returns the kiss to the cheek if she lingers long enough and blows one back to brigitte after making a motion to catch the one she blew him, turning and headed out a wave over his shoulder as he vanishes at the end of the corridor, though he doesn't look back whilst doing so.

Casey Iver: ((and thats a good night see ya all later))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte squirms lazily on the bed, moving to look up at Laurel. Watching the other woman with a loving smile.

Blind: ((thank you all, much fun. Leon's still there but I don't think you need me to tell you what he does, much of nothing, lol. I did stay up all night again... though it's the sugar that's killed me, been hyped now hit the low otherwise I'da kept playing as long as it went, but made sense to go now. nighters all.))

Laurel Hensley: She brings the drink back to Brigette with a little sway to her walk. She smiles lovingly to the woman and crawls onto the bed, handing it over. "Here you go, love. One drink, all nice and refilled."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans up, grasping the drink. "You.. are the perfect woman.. you know that, right?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (g'night!)

Laurel Hensley: She blushes a little bit and smiles, reclining on the bed facing Brigette. A hand comes up to support her head, resting on an elbow. "Why, because I can make a decent martini?" The smile becomes more of a teasing grin.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods adamantly. As serious a face as she can muster, being as high as she is. "Yes. God, yes. Finally. A woman who can shake me a martini. You're a dream." She squirms in her direction, ignoring leon entirely. By this point, she sees the man as furniture.

Laurel Hensley: She glances over to Leon, for her part, but seems comfortable enough around the man. She rests a hand on Brigette's side, smiling as she lets her eyes half-shut. "Mmm. Well, I'm very glad I can fulfill your dreams, love."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She takes a drink from her martini before setting it aside. Curling up next to the woman. "So.. are you going to talk to Crimsonstar soon, then?"

Laurel Hensley: She sighs a bit and nods. "Yeah...I really should." She shrugs. "I should probably go talk to him. I just...we haven't talked since I kind of...well, blew up at him." She leans in and kisses Brigette's forehead. "It wasn't, like, one of our usual fights...there weren't threats or anything. But I just...haven't been sure about how he'll react to me since, and I've been worried that I've fucked something up there."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Is there anything I can do, love?" She asks with a pleading look up to the woman.

Laurel Hensley: She frowns a little bit, her fingers absently playing over Brigette's side. "I...don't honestly know, love. I mean, unless you wouldn't mind talking to him...see how he's feeling about things. But then, I don't want to look like I'm afraid of him, 'cause I'm not."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods sweetly to the other woman. "I know you're not, love. I'll talk to him. I've been meaning to give him a call anyway. See how he's been doing. Play a bit of catch up."

Laurel Hensley: "All right." She gives a grateful smile to the other Ishhara and rests her forehead on hers. "Thank you, love."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She kisses the woman, sweetly. A coy smile fixed in her direction. "Anytime, you know that. All you have to do is ask, love."

Laurel Hensley: "I know." She smiles back to her. "So...have you thought any more about if or when you'll be becoming Eli again?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles. "Well.. I was hoping to have it done by now.. but got distracted with William. This month, for sure. I know it's what I want. And it'd be great publicity for the club.."

Laurel Hensley: She nods a little bit and chuckles. "Yeah...no doubt about that." She leans into Brigette, nuzzling the other's neck. "Do me a favor, love? Let me be there when you finally go ahead and do it?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She tilts her head curiously to the other woman. "Uhh.. sure." After a long pause. "Just.. out of morbid curiosity.. why?"

Laurel Hensley: "Well..." She leans back and looks Brigette over, shrugging. "I guess...I just want to be able to say good-bye to Brigette, and be the first to say hello to Eli again?" She smiles a touch. "It's silly, I know. Because it's still you. It's just...a thing."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She laughs quietly. "It is silly. But that's alright. I love you, anyway." She reaches over to make a loose grab for her martini, bringing it back up for another long sip. "I should go shopping before I do it, though.. It'll be pretty awkward, being high profile again and having nothing to wear.."

Laurel Hensley: "Mmmm...true there." She grins a little. "Maybe we can go shopping this week?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Pretty eyes light up "Oooo.. that sounds fabulous! Let's go shopping this week.. then I can make the change this weekend. That way it'll be done. This is exciting.."

Laurel Hensley: "Yeah, it is." The grin gets a little wider, her mood bouyed by Brigette's mood, and she leans in to kiss her. "It's good to see you in a good mood, love. I'd like to see it more often."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles, kissing her back. "Could say the same for you, love. It's been a long time since I've seen you smile like that.."

Laurel Hensley: "Mmm...yeah, well, it's been a long time since I've felt I could smile." She settles in against Brigette, getting more comfortable. "It's a welcome change. Enjoying it while it lasts."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She downs the rest of her martini and sets the glass to the side. Curling a delicate arm around Laurel lazily. Letting her eyes drift closed.

Laurel Hensley: She smiles and watches Brigette, a hand rising to sweep the other's hair back from her face. "Getting tired, love?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She stretches and shakes her head no, lazily. Leaning into the other woman. "Course not, love."

Laurel Hensley: "Okay." She nods and smiles. She's quiet for a moment, before: "We're doing okay right now, right?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She absently nuzzles her head against laurel's shoulder. A confused look. "I.. guess. How do you mean?"

Laurel Hensley: "I guess...just in general. Not just us, but...just things in general." She shrugs a little bit. "I feel...things seem to be getting back on track a bit...and that's good. But that's just when my paranoia pops up."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: A subtle frown plays over her features. She doesn't say anything.

Laurel Hensley: d10: Per+Emp (vs five): 3,8,7,10,5,5,

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Laurel Hensley: There's an overt sense of mistrust and a shot to the self esteem. Her otherwise good mood is shattered, replaced with an apparent guilt, self loathing, and a hint of fear.

Laurel Hensley: Her eyes widen a little. "Oh, Lucifer..." She shakes her head, leaning in to try and kiss her again. "I didn't mean...no. I'm sorry..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She doesn't pull away. Just lays there with the same blank look about her. Pouting. "It's.. fine."

Laurel Hensley: "Yeah." She looks down and sighs, running a hand through her hair. "Right. It's fine." She shrugs a little bit. "Just my ability to destroy any mood in a single verbal bound."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte squirms to lay her head on Laurel's stomach. Making a quiet Shhhhhh.. noise. "Just.. it's fine. Everything's fine. When I'm Eli again.. things will be better."

Laurel Hensley: "Yeah," she says quietly, bringing a hand down to smooth over Brigette's hair. "Yeah, it'll be better." She looks down at Brigette, expression sort of slack as she watches the other woman. "I love you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She closes her pretty eyes. Speaking quietly. "Love you, too." She curls a hand up her side. Comfortable for the time being.

Laurel Hensley: She smiles a little bit, and just falls quiet, petting Brigette's hair. Comfortable to let things lie there and bask in the woman's presence...or perhaps not willing to screw it up again.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Between the pills, the martinis and the petting, it doesn't take long for the flake to fall asleep. (thanks! I need to head that way my darn self)

Laurel Hensley: ((No problem. *Hugs* Thank you for the scene! Sleep well.))