walk on up to thorns and see a trash door. “Hey is anybody in here? Sebastion sent me looking for some fucking girl here.”

Deirdre is in the back room, helping Harry take inventory of what they have left after the break in when she hears a voice yelling from upstairs.  She gives Harry a nervous glance and he returns the same.  Since the break-in they've both been on edge; Deirdre's taken to keeping her gun in the inside pocket of her jacket once again, something she hadn't been doing much of since she became Kindred.  Now she reaches into the pocket and tentatively steps out into the common room.

"Hello?" she calls up, her muscles tensed and ready to shoot.  She already feels the tingling in her blood as she prepares to flood her system with the powerful vitae.

"Yo little lady where fuck are you at Sebastion sent me and I don't feel like searching." I stand and wait in middle of bar till someone come up.” God damn it, I know I should took your name down at zone. Fucking A is any body here."

Deirdre slips the gun back into her pocket and steps out, but keeps her hand wrapped around the grip.  "You must be Matthew Slater I take it?"  She recalls having probably seen him around here once or twice, she's pretty sure.  But in some ways, one guy with a mohawk looks like just about every guy with a mohawk.

"Yea I'm Matthew Slater so what up on your situation when you send a fucking druid as your representatives. He a good guy that reason why I’m here and also I don’t really care how that fucktard Arturo treated ya in court. That guy is such a complete tool of the price not even funny. He need to grow some before he try to run me and run our fucking clan. ”  

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"Well, that's why I sent Sebastion.  After the events following Elysium, I'm not sure how well-liked I am among the clan, and I'm not eager to test that out.  In any case," Deirdre spreads her arms.  The wreckage has been cleared out of the bar, but the graffiti and the scars on the bar are still there.  "This is why I asked to speak with you.  Sebastion said you might by sympathetic to our cause.  This here is all the sheriff's doing."

"If you need allies from Zaine well hell that bastard took my friends job and screwing over some of my weaker blood. The Dead punk are the champion of thin blood and the defender of the oppress. I have no problem of rallying the troops if necessary. What your cause by the way?”

"Essentially banding together to assert our presence.  I don't mean to start any rebellion or revolution -- I'm certainly not talking about creating an army.  But, basically, we need to watch one another's backs.  These prince's and elders and their like need to know that we are the backbone that they exist upon; without us, they'd collapse.  But we need to do this carefully and intelligently -- if anyone thinks we're coming at this from the wrong angle, we could all be ash."  Deirdre realizes she's treading a fine line here between standing up and fomenting open rebellion.  She knows enough of her own land's history to know the dangerous path walked by any would-be social reformer.  And she's not even talking about large-scale change here, just a solid front to present itself.  This Matthew Slater could be the first step in a united front to face their enemies.  But she also realizes that this punker and his comrades could be a double-edged sword, especially if they get out of hand.  "Really, I'm talking about something more like a communication and information network.  Like a labor union or something.  Nothing too extreme.  But we need to show them that they can't step on us with impunity."

“Not a bad plan. I have the largest coterie in town so I guess that a start but I think we could work something out to make it grow. I guess we could streamline what fucking dead punks represent. My boy Tommy told there having a little rants and rave at Brujah bar sound like good place to talk about your plan and gather sympathetic ears. We could also use some friends I gather in the slums. Zaine has been killing them on sight so I help them set up a haven. They were embrace and thrown away by our society. I just think that fucked up and now we treat them as second class because Caine blood is weak in them. If you want people I can introduce them to you.”

Deirdre nods.  "Sounds good.  We are trying to raise money to refurbish the club at the moment, so the place here'll be closed down for awhile.  Speaking of, we're going to be having a benefit concert at the Muadhnait Fiachra Pub in a few nights, if you want to stop by.  But anyways, once we have the club back up and running, you're welcome to come by.  We could use it as something of a headquarters.  And you're welcome to play the stage too, if you have any musical background.  But that's getting ahead of myself.  I'm going to see about talking to Arturo and the Prince.  I'm not sure how sympathetic they'll be towards me, but it's at least worth a shot.  We need to spread the word around, but again, keep it clear that we're not sowing the seeds of rebellion."