"Mindy, we're going to be late again..."

Heather hated they were always late.

"I know, but I just want to see what it is like in here, maybe a drink or two.  Joe and Mike will be fine."

Heather lets out a disaproving sigh before following Mindy into the bar.

The two women scope out the bar, seeing the type of people, the types of drinks, music, normal things you look for in a bar.

"Well this is kind of a let down, come on H, lets go meet the boys at another bar."

((So I figured I should give you a little company here, eh?))

The next night, the bar is open once again.  Deirdre has refrained from playing, and instead one of the semi-regular DJs spins a mix of old-school goth, industrial, darkwave, and EBM.  The usual crowd is in:  the vintage deathrockers with their torn fishnet shirts and clothespin bedecked plaid skirts; the romantigoths in their corsets, velvet skirts, and puffy pirate shirts; the cybergoths in shiny vinyl, their neon-dreadfalls standing out in stark contrast to the dark reds and purples of the other clothing.  They all mix and mingle on the dance floor, writhing like a den of serpents:  a thought both erotic and terrifying at the same time.  This is their haven, away from the sunlight and blaring starkness of the bright high-end nightclubs with their rowdy fratboys and drunk sorority sluts.  Here they share something that none of those more expensive, ritzier clubs can provide:  community.  A real opportunity to connect, to thrive, to drink in dark communion with their nighttime brethren.

Dierdre needs some time to mull over her next plan and recoup from the shocks of the previous night.  She spent the day in  Harry's closet.  Not the best of sleeping accommodations, but certainly not the worst either.  She sits at the bar now, pretending to nurse a Guinness and watching the crowd on the dance floor.  Harry casts occasional glances at her in an uncharacteristically guilty manner.  They both remember what they did here the previous night, at this very bar counter.  And like a couple who has just clandestinely had sex behind their parents' backs, there is a nervous tension in the air between them.

Somewhere out in the crowd is a body not moving with the others. One of the scourge, the usually distant and all buisness Paige Bell is very plainly keeping an eye on Thorns tonight.

She stands with her back to a wall, her leather jacket zipped up and her arms crossed in a not-amused manner.

Whether she is here to watch Deirdre or to protect her is anyones guess...

I walk into the Thorns and i scope to see if i can find Deirdre. I see her in the corner. I head my way over to her.

Sebastion is easy to spot... Paige's eyes will follow him to Deirdre and she will watch the two from her spot near the wall...

Deirdre's eyes cast a glance at Sebastion as he enters, but otherwise pays little attention to him.  As far as the scourge goes...well, she couldn't give a rat's ass.  As long as she keeps to her own business and doesn't interfere with Deirdre or her self-proscribed wards.

Zaine pulls up to the club in an old motel T ford refinished to be a classic model T. He parks the car And throws a cigarette butt on the ground as he gets out. He grabs his cane from the passenger seat and walks threw the front door into the club checking everything out for a moment looking for diedre.

Paige will assist the Sheriff, one arm extending to point a pale finger with black nail at Deirdre in the corner.

Zaine nods to paige and becomes his im tough shit strut over to her trying to see what kind of expression she has on with thesherriff approaching her in her domaine.

As with the other two Kindred, Deirdre completely ignores Zaine.  She knows exactly why he is here:  to get a rise out of her, to provoke her with his gloating.  Well, he's not going to have that satisfaction from her.  She pretends to sip the Guinness and stares straight ahead of her at Harry as he serves the patrons at the bar.

Zaine walks straight up to diedre and begins to take his hat off and then smirks and decides not to show the respect. "Im sorry to bother you here but id like to ask you a few questions."

And she continues to ignore him...

Paige knows her role in all this. She will slip away from the wall and like a wraith slip through the crowd without touching any of the freaks.

She takes up a new place near the stairs leading to the street.

He takes off his sunglasses and Leans in very close to her and whispers "It would be too bad if something would happen to this lovely club darling, so y dont u answer a few questions and we wont have to worry about it"

"Ask away," she says coolly, calmly, still not locking eyes with the boorish thug.

Zaine puts his hands firmly on her shoulders, and says "What do you know about kara?" He once again tries to lock eyes with her.

I walk behind Zaine giving Deirdre a concern look. I speak really loudly behind Zaine back just to make sure he not shocked when I come up behind him. "Hey Zaine what are you look all serious for?" I extend my hand outward to see if he bites.

"Next to nothing.  We bumped into each other at the Red Zone while picking up drugs and hung out fer a night.  We talked...nothin' important, just about our lives.  I only know she was...is...an opera singer, and apparently had a family or somethin'.  Other than that, she's a mystery to me."

Zaine looks at sebastion and smirks and turns his attention back to deidre, "Do you have anyway to reach her, or any idea where she lives."

"Hey Zaine you want some juicy info because I think I can help you out but I guess you can just keep on ignoring mine n me?” I laugh out loud as he tries to push info out of Deirdre. “Honestly, Zaine how helpful do you think Deirdre going to be after your stunt you pulled last night.” I change my attitude to a serious manner as I look and speak at Deirdre. “I am truly sorry I could have not done more to help you out last night. I know I only seem like a dumb bastard lackey to my boss but I do try to do what I think is right. I am sorry for your loss and I hope you can take this serious.”