Vampire: The Masquerade - Who Wants To Live Forever?

[Tale_Weaver]

Meredith eyes the men in the booth with disgust and looks back to the bartender. "I'll have a glass of Alex's special vintage please."

The bartender looks at Meredith suspiciously, her eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about? The guy who left that note?"

 

[ladymermaid]

The bartender looks at Meredith suspiciously, her eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about? The guy who left that note?"

Annoyed Meredith says "Yah, you know the bottle he asked for earlier tonight.. don't tell me he drank all of it?"

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Annoyed Meredith says "Yah, you know the bottle he asked for earlier tonight.. don't tell me he drank all of it?"

The bartender looks around behind the bar. Not finding anything she says "Sorry, it looks like he took it with him. Can't really blame him, that was a pretty expensive label."

OOC: I honestly forgot if Alex brought a bottle with him to the bar.

 

[izillama]

Horace says "By all means, see for yourself." Motioning for Clover to inspect Ehrich. The bikers nod in agreement.

Looking at the body Clover can see that the stake is firmly in place and in the right location.

Clover nodded politely at Horace. In all honesty, she wasn't entirely sure which way to bet and she felt like a very nasty trick was about to be played on them. But she couldn't really see any other option but to play along.

She gestured towards Ehrich, "Lacey, would you be so kind as to inspect our staked friend here?" She hoped that Lacey might be able to give her some indication as to what to do.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Clover nodded politely at Horace. In all honesty, she wasn't entirely sure which way to bet and she felt like a very nasty trick was about to be played on them. But she couldn't really see any other option but to play along.

She gestured towards Ehrich, "Lacey, would you be so kind as to inspect our staked friend here?" She hoped that Lacey might be able to give her some indication as to what to do.

Lacey walks over to where Ehrich is laying. She then straddles him rather suggestively and puts her ear to his chest. The men in the room look at each other rather uncomfortably. One of the bikers says "Should we get them a room?"

Lacey then takes some of Ehrich's blood off the stake onto her fingetip and puts it to her mouth. Seemingly satisfied she gets up and walks over to Clover and motions for Clover to follow her to a quiet corner of the room. Once they are out of earshot of the others she whispers "Well Kitten, he's definitely one of us and he definitely has a stake in his heart. I wonder though, if he's some kind of magician, where is his magic wand and where will he make the rabbit appear? Maybe we should ask these questions to the magician's friends." Lacey makes a motion with her head in the direction of the bikers.

 

[ladymermaid]

The bartender looks around behind the bar. Not finding anything she says "Sorry, it looks like he took it with him. Can't really blame him, that was a pretty expensive label."

OOC: I honestly forgot if Alex brought a bottle with him to the bar.

OOC: I figured you forgot as he did that as part of the live game, his special vintage behind the bar.

Meredith sighs, "Ahh well." Pulls out her cell phone and calls Nat asking for a ride back to the club. Than she sits at the bar and looks to see what Koln is doing.

 

[izillama]

"Well Kitten, he's definitely one of us and he definitely has a stake in his heart. I wonder though, if he's some kind of magician, where is his magic wand and where will he make the rabbit appear? Maybe we should ask these questions to the magician's friends." Lacey makes a motion with her head in the direction of the bikers.

Clover gave the bikers a brief, dubious look and hoped that Lacey was giving her sound advice: Not madwoman Malkavian advice. Resigning herself, she padded back across the room to stand in front of the biker gang. She put on the most businesslike, unperturbed air she could muster (which was probably a little silly looking, considering she was a tiny girl in a school uniform staring down a rabble of beefed up bikers in leather and spikes).

She gave them a challenging smile, "So, gentlemen, before I place my bet, what makes you believe Ehrich here will be able to escape the box? We've inspected him and he appears to be well and truly staked, and I'm of a mind to bet along with our friend Horace over there. But I would just as soon bet with you fine men and join my voice to yours, if there's truly any evidence to convince me to support you." She looked each of them in the eye in turn and crossed her arms.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln is seated all the way at the other side of the bar, listening to the confessions of one Captain Morgan. He may not be able to taste the sweet sweet sin of those around him tonight, but he will at least hear them, even if it's from the label of a bottle.

That's right. He's talking to a bottle.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Clover gave the bikers a brief, dubious look and hoped that Lacey was giving her sound advice: Not madwoman Malkavian advice. Resigning herself, she padded back across the room to stand in front of the biker gang. She put on the most businesslike, unperturbed air she could muster (which was probably a little silly looking, considering she was a tiny girl in a school uniform staring down a rabble of beefed up bikers in leather and spikes).

She gave them a challenging smile, "So, gentlemen, before I place my bet, what makes you believe Ehrich here will be able to escape the box? We've inspected him and he appears to be well and truly staked, and I'm of a mind to bet along with our friend Horace over there. But I would just as soon bet with you fine men and join my voice to yours, if there's truly any evidence to convince me to support you." She looked each of them in the eye in turn and crossed her arms.

Tyrus says to Clover "You can bet however you like. Ehrich has supposedly done this trick before and escaped. We haven't seen it with our own eyes but we believe he'll be able to do it."

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Koln is seated all the way at the other side of the bar, listening to the confessions of one Captain Morgan. He may not be able to taste the sweet sweet sin of those around him tonight, but he will at least hear them, even if it's from the label of a bottle.

That's right. He's talking to a bottle.

OOC: Ok well, last call to actually do something before Nat gets to the club to pick up Meredith and presumably Koln.