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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 20:58:44 GMT
Amy had brought the three Ravnos back to her home and given them rooms where the sun wouldn't be able to reach them. After a bit of deliberation, she had allowed Jude and Bellatrix to be put in the same room, and Kyle was in the room next to them. She wasn't entirely certain how that was appropriate but she had no logical arguments against it.
She made sure they were as comfortable as they possibly could be, with the most expensive mattresses she could find. There were no windows or mirror in the rooms, in case any were afflicted by the same guilt that plagued her husband. Amy made sure they would each wake with a chalice of vitae waiting for them.
Amy, however, was sitting by the bar. She had given Cho the night off and so one of her retainers stood behind the counter, cleaning the used glasses and preparing the drinks that would be ordered. "Do you need anything else, Prince?" she asked softly, staring at the glass of wine, less than half finished. The silver haired woman looked up at her, then offered a shake of her head. "No thanks."
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 9, 2016 22:00:06 GMT
Kyle would walk out into the foyer looking around seemingly confused. Then he saw two hotties. He stopped and slicked back his hair. Then he straightened out his still open shirt and walked forward confidently.
"Helllllloooo ladies."
He would say with a big charming smile on his face. Then he would wink at them as he took a seat at the bar.
"Might I have a beer sweet cheeks."
He would ask the girl behind the bar with a smile wiggling his eye brows seductively.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 22:01:59 GMT
The retainer giggled as Kyle approached, wondering who this guy was. She hadn't ever seen him around the manor home, but she was fairly new.
"What kind of beer?"
Amy, however, ignored him and continued to stare into her wine.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 9, 2016 22:10:36 GMT
Kyle looked into the girls eyes and reached out for the girls hand giving it a light kiss.
"Surprise me, you seem just as smart as you are beautiful."
Another wink. Then he would turn to face the other woman.
"And how are you doing this morning, gorgeous?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 22:14:35 GMT
The woman giggled again and turned away from him to look through the beers they had available. She chose one she knew men to like, pouring a pint glass as best she could. She wasn't nearly as expert at the pour as Cho but it was obvious she had been bartending for a while.
Amy twitched, slowly turning her face towards the creature at her side. She slipped her hands off the glass of wine, placing them both on the counter.
"Excuse me?"
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 9, 2016 22:48:24 GMT
Kyle took the beer with another wink. Then he would lean over the bar to whisper into the girls ear.
"Come find me when you've got some free time and I'll treat you to the night of your life."
Then leaned back onto his stool and blew the girl a kiss. Then he turned his attention back to the other gal.
"Sorry I meant evening."
Kyle chuckled.
"How are you doing this evening gorgeous? Though it looks as though you could use some cheering up and I can do that for ya. Just say the word."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 23:20:09 GMT
"Two things."
Amy didn't bother looking up from her drink. The temperature in the room dropped another few degrees, making the retainer shiver.
"One. My retainers are not on lease to other Kindred. Two. Do not call me that. I do not need you to entertain me."
Then, she would lift her glass to sip the wine.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 10, 2016 0:17:02 GMT
Kyle put his hand to his chest in an apologetic motion.
"My dear lady I'm so sorry. I did not mean to offend. I was merely going to wine and dine her and I would never do anything inappropriate to someone else's retainer. Especially not without consent!"
He would then scoot his stool just a little closer, despite the cold intensifying.
"However m'lady I believe everyone is in need of cheering up, even those he feel like they don't need or deserve it."
He leaned just a little bit closer.
"I can make your evening worlds better."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 10, 2016 1:09:18 GMT
The closer he leaned, the colder the air would become. The retainer was shivering violently, her teeth chattering, as she backed a few steps away from the two. She looked terrified. She knew exactly what was going to happen seconds before it did.
She squeaked softly as a hand randomly appeared around Kyle's neck. Amy's movements couldn't be tracked by the untrained eye. Very suddenly, she would have him lifted off his chair, standing and holding him off the ground.
"Do NOT disrespect me, neonate." She hissed quietly, her frost beginning to form on her glove and his neck alike. "Be glad you are not dead."
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 10, 2016 1:49:20 GMT
Kyle would be caught off guard but only for a moment. His charm never wavering. He would giggle even despite being held by the throat... And the frost.
"K-kinky. I like your style."
He would say as best he could despite the restricted vocal cords.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 10, 2016 2:06:12 GMT
Her face gave a violent twitch, eyes boring into him. Her fingers tightened around his neck and she fought back the urge to just snap it and drop him to the ground. She could deal with the consequences later, right? Of course, Octavian would be very, very unhappy with her, and she had just mended her bridges with Jude. How would he feel if he knew she had killed his roommate-friend-person-thing?
"Do. Not. Disrespect. Me. Again. You are disgusting."
She dropped him, turning away. Grabbing ahold of her glass, she tossed the rest of her wine back, just as a man wandered in. He stood at seven feet, needing to duck his head to step into the foyer. He gave a shake of his head, eggplant colored hair brushing along his cheeks. The madman grinned from ear to ear as he watched Amy let go of the creature.
"Now, now, Prince. Your husba--"
"I KNOW, FINN." She slammed the glass down on the counter, the base cracking from the force. She turned her icy gaze towards the Malkavian Primogen, who seemed completely unaffected by her foul mood. She gave a shake of her head and a face of disgust, clenching her fists and settling down to silence. Finn snickered and wandered over to the pair of them.
"And who is this?" he asked, staring at the Ravnos. "One of those charlatans you saved last night?"
She pointed to her glass and the retainer filled it once more. After a single sip, she simply said, "I am no longer surprised by the amount of knowledge you retain, Finn."
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 10, 2016 2:27:21 GMT
Kyle would sit up and rub his sore throat.
"Fiesty... But where are my manners?! The name is Kyle. Kyle Franklin Craft, pleasure to make your acquaintances."
He would say taking a bow.
"And who might you two be?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 10, 2016 3:29:16 GMT
Amy continued to brutally ignore the Ravnos. She didn't want to talk to him anymore.
Finn, however, was more than happy to talk to him. He reached out to pat the stranger's head. "Nice to meet you, Mister Craft. I am Findero Lauden, Malkavian Primogen. This is Amy O'Connor. Prince of the City. Pleasure is aaaaaall mine~"
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 10, 2016 3:34:19 GMT
Kyle smiled at the large kook, like a kid that got pat on the head by his father. Very ecstatic.
"Nice to meet ya Mr. Lauden!"
Then he looked at the Prince.
"Soooo, what is she the princess of?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 10, 2016 3:43:51 GMT
Happy. That was interesting! Finn continued to pet the man, his touch getting progressively harder, like somebody petting a dog.
"Prince. Call her princess again and she might hurt you. She's Prince of the entire City. The local ruler."
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