He was just a good fuck and some good blow. *She chuckles to him and shrugs* I do some contract work, I'm trying to break out in the dealing business, but it's not as much fun. *She licks her lips and sits up straight* The last time someone did that to me...uh bit me I guess, she gave me something to drink afterwards, you wouldn't happen to know what that was do you? *She leans forward, cleave showing him the goods without her even trying* You wouldn't happen to have any, would you?

Zaine laughs, looking himself over, "Its pumping threw me as we speak darling." He drags off his cigarette again, "who has drank of you before?"

It was blood? *She blinks a bit, then giggles madly for a moment, her wild eyes rest on him once she's finished* Her name is Kara, I'm supposed to be working for her, I live with her now...So if I drank her blood, then why am I not...like you?

Zaine stands up finishing his cigarette, and putting it into the almost full ashtray next to the couch. As he walks to towards the kitchen "Would you like a drink darling?" Thinking about how he could use a new ghoul that no one would know about.

*She grins as she watches him and chuckles a bit* Sure sweetness, I like how nice you are all of a sudden...ya know when I first stepped through that door I thought for sure I wasn't going to make it out of here alive. *She leans back and moves to rest her legs over the arm rest, laying her head back she gives a soft musical laugh*

"well i like cold blooded killers." he says as he grabs a large knife off the counter, He slices his wrist as he walks back to the couch and sits down squeezing the blood out "suck it bitch!"

*She giggles and slips from her seat, she moves to slip into his lap and takes his offered wrist, she grins at him then places her quivering lips over the wound and suckles, a small whimper escapes her as she tastes his vitae and the little suckling becomes an urgent drinking, her teeth try to rip the wound open even more, wanting more*

He lets her drink for about 30 seconds before pulling her head away and pushing her off his lap. "Thats enough." He licks his own wound and watches it close afterwards.

*She slips from his lap when pushed, but then falls back onto the couch next to him, giggling and moaning, her fingers are run through her hair, her eyes closed as she feels the wonderful feeling of his vitae in her system* Better'n any drug I've ever had...*A drop slips down her chin before she can lick it up, she doesn't care. Her eyes open to look up at him, a huge grin on her face*

"Well i have things to do this night, but you can stay in a guest room if you would like, i might need to talk to about a few things later." He picks up the knife and walks back into the kitchen, he drops it on the counter and gets a bottle of wine and a glass from the cupboard.

*She chuckles a nods to him* Yeah sure, why not? I even have a change of cloths in the car *She laughs* I was expectin' to get laid tonight...*She giggles again* Just point the way and I'll be outta your hair 'till you need me.

He leads her down a hall way to one of the rooms. He opens the door and says "theres a bathroom attached to the bedroom". He hands her the bottle of wine and the glass. the room is a large room with a king size bed with silk dark purple sheets. It has a large dresser and a night stand.

*She turns to him and chuckles, holding the wine to her chest, looking into his eyes and grinning* Thanks...Night Daddy..*She wrinkles her nose and giggles moving for the bed, she pores herself a glass of wine and takes a good drink, watching him*

Zaine says "PLease dont snoop around the house or i will slit your throat also." HE smiles and shuts and locks the door from the outside. HE walks away from the door to atend to his other business for the night.

It might be moments later, it might be hours, Joey certainly doesn't know, and Jamal isn't telling. All he knows is that at some point, he heard a loud crash as Jamal crashed into the basement floor. Assuming he is drunk, again, Joey stirs from his slumber and goes over to usher his krunk-ass back on upstairs so he doesn't piss in Joey's room again.

Seeing Jamal in a crumpled heap, he says "DAMN! YOU GOT FUCKED-UP NIGGUH! You gotta watch that first step G." When Jamal does not even twitch, Joey moves closer, and kicks him. "Ey. HEY ASSHOLE!" he states, by way of testing the waters.

When Jamal still does not stir, Joey shrugs, and then takes his shoes, followed by his chain, rings, and anything in his pockets before proptly returning to his mattress in the corner to go back to sleep.

A moment later he springs up and returns to the pile of Jamal and says "I's jus' fuckin wit'choo dawg, you know I wouldn't do you like that." At which point he crams his own, significantly smaller, and exceptionally ratty-looking shoes on the dead man's feet, puts his fake-ass chain around the man's neck, and then kicks him again, for good measure. "Yeah, das right! You remember that shit'choo said that one time 'bout my momma!?! Well paybacks a bitch!" He shuffles back to his bed, muttering to himself "Sorry ass, good fo' nuttin' ass-clown always tryin'a ak like you be runnin' shit. Shit. Ain't runnin nothin now, is you?" He lays back down to go to sleep and springs up a minute later.

"Hold up..." he thinks for several minutes... "That wasn't you that said that shit neither... Fuck who the fuck was that? Wel shit" he adds, cheerily, "See you in the mornin' then homes."

"Oh shit." he suddenly realizes, "That was me dune said that shit 'bout momma. I hate that fuckin' bitch." Within seconds, he is sound asleep once more and snoring, loudly.