Reina keeps her head down as she walks into the bar.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! This better not be a setup," she mutters as she finds a seat, nervously looking around.
"Real smart, Reina. Can't believe I made it through the badlands around this place. Yelling "Fuck you you Tzimisce twat, I hate your face!" was probably an excellent idea to make my life easier. Why the hell did I do that?"
She shakes her head, and looks around the bar while she waits. "Ok, where is this guy? I gotta keep moving."

This place suck ass when your here with out your crew. I'm looking bored at the usual when I see a new face walk in. I scan my mind of all fucking shows I’ve been too and I’m damn sure I have never seen her punk ass before. I walk over," How it going little lady." I hand off my two beers in to two random people so my hands are free. I extend my hand to shake." I know all the dumb punk fuck in this city so I’m guessing you’re new. I guess I’m the welcoming wagon. The name is Matthew Slater and it fucking pleasure to meet someone new.”  

Helping a friend is what always got me in a trouble in the past so, I’m hoping this time is different. Looking around the bar for Slater I hear the word Tzimisce being yelled from an unfamiliar face. I see Slater talking to her and I look her from head to foot. You got be careful with the Sabbat around our every corner about strangers. I walk over and give a slight bow to the new girl and give a hardy shake to Matthew. “Hey Slater, How’s the dead punk treating you?” I look at her. “Excuse me for not introducing myself to you I’m Sebastion and you should be careful about what you yell at this club.”    

((ooc to Sebastion: She was muttering to herself about having yelled that earlier; she did not in fact yell the word Tzimisce in the bar. Sorry for the confusion, but hey, we can start this interaction over saying, perhaps, you heard her muttering that to herself?))

She jumps a little, startled by Matthew's approach.
"Shit," she says as she shakes his hand, "Haven't seen a mohawk that good in years. You can call me Reina. Fucking pleasure to meet you too."
She sits at the bar, gestures for Matthew to sit down with her after giving a paranoid look around the bar. "So what's the word about this place for a new girl in town?"
As she talks with Matthew, she occasionally glances behind her, seemingly made uncomfortable by having her back to the door.

She finally gives up and sits with her back to the bar, eyeing the door.
She tenses up as Sebastion approaches, then relaxes slightly.
"Well damn, if this isn't the most friendly city I've ever been to! People introducing themselves all over the place."
She grins at Sebastion. "It would seem, sir, that you should get your...hmmm...hearing aid turned down a little? I wasn't yelling anything, just talking to myself."
She sighs. "It's been a pretty fucked up few days, if you'll pardon my French. Months, really."

“The word in this city is shit hitting the fan and Reina it look like your in town for a god damn siege. Oh Yea it all about those Douches coming here and taking away our little freedom we have in Sanfield. They got the prince boy all riled up and that make him blind of oppression his underling are causing upon this great rock.” He put his shoulder around Sebastion, “And you know how chaotic things are when this sheep fucker is looking for me.” He pats Sebastion on the back and look at Sebastion. “What’s a warlock like you doing in place like this?” He laugh and order a round of beers.

He just shakes his head and wipes his eyes at Slater. “Hey I am wondering if you want to help me out. My friend Deirdre got into some shit at court and was wondering if she can have a word with you at thorns. I know your dum ass was there so come on help her out she need some new friends in the city. Zaine it right up her ass and won’t stop flexing his muscles.”

He turn to Reina, “Don’t worry about your French I don’t give a flying fuck Reina and yea my hearing only got better with age.”

"Yea i help you out Sebastion and have a little chat with her but you will owe me one. I do you favor also and keep it off that stupid ass book of who owe who."

"Oh great another favor added to my list."

Reina thinks to herself: Wow, they're slinging words like Warlock and Court around, and here I was trying to even avoid implying the use of powers to hear better. Maybe the Masquerade isn't as strict as Ignacio said it would be. Maybe I could be at home here. Maybe the big stick up the Cam's ass was just a bunch of Sabbat lies. God, I'm sick of those fuckers. Shit, I miss Ignacio. Hope he escaped those assholes in the mountains outside of here.

She sits back, slumps a little against the bar. "Yeah, I know, this area is fucking inFESTED! I lost my.. *she hesitates slightly, as if trying out the flavor of a new word* companion on the way in, barely made it with my skin intact. I hope he escaped a different way."

She looks at them both. "If I'm understanding the subtext here, I think you boys might be able to help me. I've been told I need to find the man or woman in charge in this city and...introduce myself. To wait any longer, especially in my circumstances, could be a fatal act of rudeness."

Her eyes flit about the bar. "I don't think I'll feel safe until I have a little protection, you know? Even then, man..." She looks somewhat defeated. "But anything helps."

"Well if you wait long enough Zaine will be making his rounds and he will see you with us. I think that should be good solution to your problem. He will most likely pick you up to go meet the Leader.”

“Just pick your word wisely both of them are on edge and once false move is real bad since the situation sanfield currently in.”  

"Yeah, it looks like I picked a really phenomenally shitty time to do this." She shakes her head. "Fuck, any time is a phenomenally shitty time to do this, who am I kidding?"

"So...who is this Zaine?"

"The ever so violent sheriff of sanfield, he just a little too much Gun Ho about his job and good people are being fucked by his judgments. He is great when prince want an attack dog but not the brightest when come to investigation. "

"Oh." Her face falls into an expression of disappointment. "Great. This should go well."
She cracks her knuckles. "Well, I'm prepared to fight to be let in to this city. We'll just have to see where this goes."

"if you bow down and show him some respect it should be fine. i'm just not big fan of giving respect when it not deserve."

"yea sometime you just got play the game."

"Ah. I know the type."
"I know the type too fucking well."
"Alright, it might severely chap my ass to do it, but I'll show this Zaine guy some respect."
She chuckles to herself. "It might be Reina style, though."

"He should be around here soon, so what hell bring you to Sanfield."