{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Festy_Dog]

Max smiles and gives Caitlyn a thumbs up as she glides past.

She was really good, it won't take much for her to start raking in the cash. That reminds me, I better catch up with her later.

Though as Caitlyn passes another image becomes clear to Max. Morgan was talking to an attractive woman and their attention was on him. He shrunk as a cold shiver went through him.

God I hate attention! That's that Elizabeth woman isn't it? I'll ask Morgan later, she seems to know her.

Max tries to ignore the attention of his sire and her associate as he turns his attention to Vychtorya.

"You dance very well," he says, admiring her, "You'll have to teach me some time."

"Do you think Caitlyn might be getting in over her head here?" he asks, not just a little concerned for the well being of the mortal.

 

[Vychtorya]

Max and Vychtorya
Casting her eyes about the room, Vychtorya felt sure she saw Mazz stealing a glance over his shoulder in her direction, his expression obscured by a cloud of dark hair, as he stood in conversation with Carrick. The earlier concern had somewhat dissipated from the Toreador's face and he seemed to note his companion's reaction to his childe with some little amusement.

As Vych’s gaze comes upon Carrick and Mazz, she lowers her chin subserviently in a slow, graceful nod in their direction. Her eyes seem to raise her chin as they move before her head resumes its position. Looking through her eyelashes, her eyebrows flatten to allow her smiling, dragon-green eyes to do their grace. With her sparkling, blood-red lips pursed into a seductive smile of their own, she thinks in her head, “My love, you know this to be my smile for you, but should Mazz think it be for himself, then I have done my graces well. T’would be best for Mazz to think it his, my dearest.” Just as her smile reaches it’s height of allure, she carefully shifts her gaze to Mazz hoping he can see her expression better than she can see his.

Vych then turns to the lovely gentleman at her side,
”Max, are you feeling better? Max…???

Though as Caitlyn passes another image becomes clear to Max. Morgan was talking to an attractive woman and their attention was on him. He shrunk as a cold shiver went through him.

Vych attempts to follow his gaze. She sees he is looking in the direction of Morgan. Thinking to herself, “Who is THAT with Morgan!!? What fashion!”

Looking away so she can keep her wits about her, Vych says,
”Max, who is that blond with Morgan? Do you know her?”

Max tries to ignore the attention of his sire and her associate as he turns his attention to Vychtorya.
"You dance very well," he says, admiring her, "You'll have to teach me some time."

”Thank you Max, you are too kind. I would love the opportunity to grace the floor with you again sometime soon.”
Vych says somewhat aloof as the thought of the beautiful blond woman still floats about in her mind.

"Do you think Caitlyn might be getting in over her head here?" he asks, not just a little concerned for the well being of the mortal.

Vych’s expression dropped at that thought that came to her. Attempting to make it sound more hearsay than anything final she says,
”Perhaps your observations are true Max. I heard mention that Ms. Tran may be giving some music lessons to the young one that was here earlier. Personally, I would not want to hear of anything “happening” to her. The human spirit is something I hold very dear, eventhough I do admire the thought of preserving beauty in any form. I did give her my card though. I have need of entertainment in my club. Speaking of clubs, didn’t you mention you work in one?”
A smile starts to come back to Vych’s face as she thinks of her club instead of the thought of lovely Caitlyn's humanity being stricken from her.

 

[reapersaurus]

Nikolai crosses the floor, and greets Gabriel.

Looking him up and down in an openly analytical gesture, Nikolai says, "Good evening, Gabriel.

So.... you don't _seem_ to have horns and a tail -
unless you have a VERY good tailor to fit one in that suit.

the vileness of your mien doesn't match up with your diplomatic actions here...
did you get a bad 'rap', or are you truly the Beast you appear to Tremere eyes as?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

”Max, are you feeling better? Max…???

"I'm feeling much better thank you," he says.

Wow, she was worried about how I felt, how kewl.

”Max, who is that blond with Morgan? Do you know her?”

Max leans his face on his hand, covering his mouth as he speaks Elizabeth now, and continues not looking at Morgan or Elizabeth.

"I think her name is Elizabeth," he says quietly, "I don't know her personally, but I think she's powerful from what I've heard from Morgan."

”Perhaps your observations are true Max. Personally, I would not want to hear of anything “happening” to her. The human spirit is something I hold very dear, eventhough I do admire the thought of preserving beauty in any form. I did give her my card though. I have need of entertainment in my club. Speaking of clubs, didn’t you mention you work in one?"

Max looks at her in amazement.

She thinks like me and she cares how I feel! Whoa! Have I found my someone?... I shouldn't think like that, I have plenty of time to make sure, no need to hurry.

"Wow, the way we think is very similiar," Max tells Vych excitedly, but soon quietens himself down, "Sorry, I just like the thought of us sharing the same beliefs. Cetainly nice to have someone you can talk to here. And about the night club, just a few blocks that way, can't miss it. I keep forgetting the name, I just wander in and out when I need to work, its almost subconcious."

He chuckles and looks at Vychtorya again.

She's kind and immaculate, perfect in fact. It feels as though I'm wrapped around her little finger, but I couldn't care, I like this feeling. Its that same feeling from long ago....

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Nikolai crosses the floor, and greets Gabriel.

Looking him up and down in an openly analytical gesture, Nikolai says, "Good evening, Gabriel.

Gabriel grinned slightly at the other Tremere's appraisal. "Good evening Nikolai.."

So.... you don't _seem_ to have horns and a tail -
unless you have a VERY good tailor to fit one in that suit.

the vileness of your mien doesn't match up with your diplomatic actions here...
did you get a bad 'rap', or are you truly the Beast you appear to Tremere eyes as?[/COLOR]" [/B]

Gabriel's grin faded at the directness of Nikolai's demeanor. He leaned in slightly, so that only he and Nikolai could hear. "It is called 'discretion' my friend. It would serve you well here."

He leaned back and a small grin returned. "I am what you make of me Nikolai. Do not loose sleep fretting over where my loyalties lie."

 

[Catulle]

Becky, Jemal and Sabrina

Jemal studied his sister's expression closely, "I think that's enough for now. We don't want to keep Nathan waiting, do we? Besides, it doesn't mean you cant feed again later; you get to stay up all night now. No more bedtime, right?." He all but laughed aloud at Sabrina's imperious demand, but his train of thought returned him to stark seriousness, she would have made a good Ventrue if only we'd had more time...

"Perhaps you can choose your own next time. I don't think you'll be as fussy an eater as Uncle Nathan or me, after all." Becky, supine on the leather seat, started to stir with the touch of Sabrina's lips on her forehead, though she remained lethargic and unfocused. "You have given her something, Sabrina. She'll go away with nothing but pleasant memories of the time she spent with us, a nice dream but no clue as to what really happened - it has to be a secret, you see. Nathan will tell you better than I can, though."

He offered an arm to Becky, helping her up to a sitting position before giving a few curt instructions to the driver. The car started to move again, gliding almost silently out into the road, "Best if we take her home and make sure she gets some sleep; she's going to be pretty tired after feeding you. That wasn't so bad, now, was it?"

 

[Catulle]

Caitlyn and Nathaniel

The older man's skin was cool at first, only a little above room temperature, but warmed quickly enough to the touch. His hand uncleached to lie curled in a more relaxed position on the table as he looked across into Caitlyn's eyes, weariness etched across his features.

"Be sure your sins will find you out, Miss Tran. Everywhere I look it seems my mistakes are rising up again to haunt me and those near to me. I would be concerned, were I you, and not for the likes of one such as I." He leaned back in his seat, exhaling a sigh as he pinched at the bridge of his nose. "But please forget my informality. I have quite forgotten my manners and indulged myself unforgiveably. Your performance, madam, was exquisite and the lyric content most thought-provoking." A wan smile returned to haunt Nathaniel's face. "Will you sing again tonight?"

 

[Shalimar]

Sabrina watched Jemal watching her curiously for a few a seconds before agreeing to his suggestion. "I'm still hungry," she said pouting her lips, "But I don't want to disappoint Uncle Nathan, So its decided, I feed again later." she decreed as if she were a proper little princess and ruler of all she surveyed.

Her blue eyes twinkled at her brother's revelations of no more bed time, not for her, not anymore. "Really? No more bedtime? I can stay up as late as I want now?" she asked, practically bouncing on the leather seats waiting for confirmation.

"You have given her something, Sabrina. She'll go away with nothing but pleasant memories of the time she spent with us, a nice dream but no clue as to what really happened - it has to be a secret, you see. Nathan will tell you better than I can, though."

"But I want to really give her something, something to remember me by. Like jewelery, or a bracelet. I want to give my new friends something. Its a nice thing to do." she says chiding her brother at his apparent churlishness. She hops from her seat to next to Becky and curls up with her head in the woman's lap.

"We are going back to see Uncle Nathan and Miss Cate after we bring miss becky home right?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

Originally posted by Catulle "But please forget my informality. I have quite forgotten my manners and indulged myself unforgiveably. Your performance, madam, was exquisite and the lyric content most thought-provoking." A wan smile returned to haunt Nathaniel's face. "Will you sing again tonight?"

“If only to provoke another unforgivable indulgence from you,” the young singer answered with a soft laugh, glancing down shyly at his praise. Why did being around him make her feel like she was so much younger than her twenty years? Of course he was older, but he couldn’t be so much older than her, couldn’t he? Perhaps ten years at most…

A single lock of dark hair slipped from its neat coif, sliding along the hollow of her delicate cheekbone before her finger caught it. Slowly she pulled it back, her nail brushing along the length of one long arched eyebrow before tucking the wayward strand into place behind one ear. Raising her eyes back to him once more, Caitlyn let the faint hint of a curve touch her lips.

“Or to provoke another smile on a visage that seems to see it so rare.”

 

[Vychtorya]

Originally posted by Festy_Dog

"I'm feeling much better thank you," he says.

Vych, gently resting her hand upon Max’s,
“That makes me glad,”
she says as the concern on her lips turns into a genuine smile.

Originally posted by Festy_Dog

Max leans his face on his hand, covering his mouth as he speaks Elizabeth now, and continues not looking at Morgan or Elizabeth. "I think her name is Elizabeth," he says quietly, "I don't know her personally, but I think she's powerful from what I've heard from Morgan."

Raising an eyebrow at Max’s gestures, getting the feeling he is not comfortable, Vych turns slightly to keep her face from the direction of the ladies and whispers,
“Oh, okay. Perhaps we should talk later?”
She releases his hand gently and promotes an understanding smile.

Originally posted by Festy_Dog

"Wow, the way we think is very similiar," Max tells Vych excitedly, but soon quietens himself down, "Sorry, I just like the thought of us sharing the same beliefs. Cetainly nice to have someone you can talk to here. And about the night club, just a few blocks that way, can't miss it. I keep forgetting the name, I just wander in and out when I need to work, its almost subconcious."

“I do too actually. It does feel good to have a real conversation with someone,” she says.

Vych pauses and bites her bottom lip slightly, raises both eyebrows and continues looking at Max. Then releasing her moistened lip, she says in a somewhat excited but quiet voice,
“Umm, if you should you have some free time this week, maybe you would show me some of your books? Or, you could drop some off at Antiquities, my club, if you are too busy for company. I live above it.”

She glances down briefly to locate a card for him in the very small and concealed pocket in her dress.
”Please for give me dearest Max for my formality of handing you a business card, but I do not have a thing with me to write on.”

She glances quickly down at her form, tightly enveloped in the deep-red chiffon. Then Vych looks back up at Max with a light smile blushing her mouth, a small giggle. and a little friendly shrug of her shoulders as she hands him the card.