Coked up bimbos...no.  Just crazy...though it seems Mr. Jones and...Miss Teddy are a bit off their rockers.  Maybe she was just imagining it.  She frowned a touch at that thought as it came...and went.

Gwen wasn't completely dilluted, Tommy had made it rather clear...intentionally or not, that without that little word from the Prince he wouldn't have given her the time away.  Just as well, at least I know what's what right?

Her eyes took in the pair, Tommy with his arm draped over Teddy's shoulders like their crossing paths was an everyday occurance.  Nothing like visuals to remind you that you were an outsider, even when you got close to the inside of things, you would still be on the outside of what was there.  

"What's...I mean, where is 'The Flats' or 'The Banshee'?"  She said them both like they were clubs or supermarkets or very strangely named libraries.  Really she could guess that at least one of them were a club but had no way of saying for certain.

*She snorts and gives a shake of her head* The Banshee, fuckin' Geos take over what shoulda....*She glares at Gwen a moment, no the girl doesn't look like she'd repeat what she hears, but you never know, she looks up at Tommy and twists those cute lips of hers* Is that all we got? Sounds pretty boring to me *She looks back to Gwen, ignoring the girl's questions* What are you in the mood for?

Geos?...Gios...Giovanni?

Her mind began pulling through words, tales, references and even the whispers the figments had put in her head, and she frowned rather clearly and shuddered a bit as if she could feel the shiver crawling up her spine.  Her fingers interlaced themselves behind her back after only a moment...as if the little hiccup in clarity was that easy to dismiss...

"Sometimes boring is good..."  Her eyes didn't find themselves staring back at Teddy, instead seemingly obsessed a piece of trash laying on the groud as if her mind had wandered away somewhere else entirely, her voice almost the whispered echo of remembered sound that had found it's way to lips once more, bringing with them the emotion and fog of things that were best left forgotton, "...just the universe giving a moment to pause and catch our breath before things we didn't realize we could imagine come skipping along wearing nothing but a smile...nursing that little bit of lust that only your terror filled screams will satisfy."  

Her eyes tore themselves away from the immovable piece of trash and she forced herself to focus again...clearing her throat and painting a complacant smile upon lips, "I'm sorry...umm, I'm not actually particular...about that sort of thing, at least...I don't think I am."  

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Gwendolyns little skipping nude with lust and terror line will certainly gain her a fan. Tommy will jostle Teddy a little with momentary excitement, orm aybe to make sure she heard that.

'Now your speakin my language Gwenny-baby. Ive got a lead on a nice little booze fest on the Flats tonight. Lets go snag us a nice inebriated little doll, shall we?'

The excited Toreadors eyes glow with mischief, or maybe just hunger for tainted blood. The thought of converging on some poor drunk teenager with these two like a pack of wild animals is both terrifying and exciting. The kind of night that leads to great friendships or horrendous masquerade breaches... Either way should prove interesting.  

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"What...what difference does it make if they're inebriated or not?"  The question came seriously.  No whisp of amusement or teasing in her tone, it came across much like you'd envision some hick from a one horse town asking...'what's rocky road?  It's still ice cream right?'  She shifted a bit where she stood, her eyes wandering away from Teddy and Tommy, finding their way to the hem of her shirt, which she promptly began rubbing and fiddling with.  Her eyes left for a moment...but it was to glance over her shoulder to make sure there was no one standing behind her.

*Her brows rises and she gives Tommy an annoyed look at the jostling, she doesn't like this Gwenny-baby* Ah fuck Tommy, she ain't any fun, we can all talk about feeling lust, now I got a lust for some young throat *She ponders this a moment, once again ignoring Gwen's questions* you know what best thing is? You get a male really hard, like he's ready to burst hard, and you act like you're going down on him, the bite is a surprise,  but it gets him off and you know the kind of chemicals the cow's bodies give off when they shoot their load*She kisses her finger tips much like an Italian talking about fine food* Best shit in the world, 'specially when they're drunk and or high *She gives Gwen a disappointed look, as if knowing the girl has never tried anything like that*

Tommy has a very different take on Gwens question. Kindred usually fall into routines with their feeding. Some prefer to seduce, others ambush. Tommy narrows his eyes a bit after giving Teddy a glance and whistle. He remembers that trick, Teddy and his sire would have gotten along...

'You arent one of those psycho-killers are you?'

Tommy will ask Gwen, looking more serious than he has all week. Shes either new or psychotic, maybe both. Poaching is one thing, leaving a trail of random, bloodless bodies is another game entirely.

Her eyes went wide as Teddy gave her very detailed explanation, visibly shuddering when she got to the end.  She stared at the woman as if, well...she'd just thrown a white sheet over the side of a building and then set up a chair with a film reel across the street showing hardcore porn to just about anyone who walked by.  Mortified didn't begin to cover the facial expression.  "You're...you've...oh my..."


Gwen blinked at the question from Tommy...she didn't say anything for almost thre seconds before she shook her head back and forth..."Maybe crazy...probably crazy...but I've never killed anyone..."  she paused a moment, before adding as almost an afterthought, "at least not that I remember."  

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Tommy cant help but grin at Gwens reaction to the old sex and violence one-two punch. Shes an oddity for sure; it will real interesting to get her all hopped up on meth infused blood and see if she wigs out and kills someone.

'Fair enough. Im no killer either- but I like my dinner fucked up. So be warned.'

Tommy winks and slips his arm from Teddy so he can turn and hail a cab. If Gwen was sent by the Prince shes probably being followed by someone none of them can see. A cab should be anonymous enough that they might get to the flats without being tailed...

*She can't help but cackle at Gwen's reaction* Seriously, we gotta get you a man to suck *She leans in towards Gwen and sticks out her tongue, twirling it in the air in a lude gesture, as if mimicking someone giving head, or licking a lolly pop* Mmmm, it's killer good time, maybe Tommy 'ere will let you practice on him *She looks to the pimped man* I know I have before, well with out the biting and drinking part. *She purses her lips and bobs her head in a nod*

Warned.  You warned people when something bad was going to happen.  Was this perhaps a whisper of things to come?  The universe telling her to go back and get into her car...drive away?  Oh no.  I left my book in the car.  Was she looking foreward to this?  Probably not as much as any sort of Kindred should.  

Go get it.
I can't.
Go get it now.
We're leaving.
When they get you and you don't remember where you've been...you don't have anyone else to blame...

The internal dialogue went back and forth as Tommy hailed a cab.  In the end she just didn't have the presence of will to seperate herself from the pair, especially after the Prince had told her she needed to see Tommy.  There was a faint wimper as she tried to push the thoughts down unsuccessfully.

Her eyes moved to Teddy.  There were things she didn't want...didn't need to know.  There were other things that were just so far from her mental scope of experience that they caused her to stare at Teddy as if she were a little more than cracked.  Pot to Kettle: You're Black.  Eyes drifted to the ground for a moment and she fiddled with the hem of her shirt a bit more.  Unspoken questions hanging in her mind like a jacket that needed to be put on before going out into the snow...  

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When Tommy eventually gets the excitable Teddy and the mortified Gwendolyn into the cab they will be off to the mudflats. It wont be a long drive, but it should be long enough for Gwendolyn to get the distinct impression that she is about to hunt with two of the Kindred most likely to break them asquerade on any given night.

Should even make her wonder why the Prince would send her to such a guide...

[Continued in the Blue Crab Mud flats.]