Deirdre leads Lenor back up to the street and begins walking the two blocks to her own place.  Her hands are shoved in the pockets of her leather jacket, and she keeps glancing over at Lenor.  She has a little pang of guilt for suddenly ditching out of the repair job for the night, but there's some strange kind of agitation inside her.

"So, tell me a little 'bout yerself?"

hmm..*She chuckles as she walks beside the woman* I'm not sure what to tell you, I'm a dj for some am radio show, ever hear of Fullmoon Madness? I'm the Night Mistress.

"Hmmm, I may have," it's hard to tell if Deirdre is truly forgetful or if she's just playing with Lenor.  "How 'bout ye tell me 'bout it?"  Deirdre surreptitiously maneuvers a little closer to Lenor, so their shoulders are brushing together a bit as they walk.

*A hand brushes Dei's hip as she moves to grasp her hands behind her back* It's a talk show, we talk about and investigate the supernatural activity around the city. *She chuckles* nothing really comes of it and most people who call are either fooling around, or want to talk dirty to me.

"Supernatural, huh?  Ghosts 'n' UFOS 'n' crop circles, eh?  C'nae say I've had any o' those experiences.  Though, I can certainly see why people call in," she gives Lenor a sidelong glance and a little smile.  "Ye ever actually have one o' those 'encounters'?"

oh, I've seen my share of ghosts, mist taking the form of bodies, heard scary voices in the dark, but nothing too big. *She grins and looks down at her feet* My hope is to one day find out about vampires, the real big stuff, are they out there? Why do they hide from us? Are we humans seen as something *She ponders the right word* Stupid? Don't we deserve to know? *She sighs and shakes her head, smirking now* You must think I'm nuts, after all, we're supposed to grow out of this stage after 13, right?

She smirks to herself.  "Mayb' not.  Mayb' we need a bit o' enigma an' mystery in our lives.  T' keep 'em fun an' lively I guess, if nothing else."

She keeps glancing looks at Lenor, that little half-knowing smile perking her lips.  "Vampires, huh?  Well, you're not alone."

*She grins and gives her a nod* I know, that's why I went into the radio business, there's a lot of us who want to know, a lot of us who know there's a blind fold over our eyes and we're tired of it, want it removed. *It's obvious she's passionate about this, and could go on all night talking about it. Her hand brushes up along Dei's elbow* What about you? Tell me something interesting.

Deirdre smirks.  She's half-tempted to break the act right here and now; her unconscious double-entendre about Lenor not being alone floats around in her mind.  She's still not sure if she won't let that truth slip before the night is over.  "Tell me something interesting."  Oh nothing much, I'm just a vampire.  As Lenor's hand slides up, Deirdre nudges her own arm into place, letting Lenor lock elbows with her.

"Well, I was born in Dublin...traveled all 'cross th' UK.  Been livin' in Sanfield fer awhile now.  I'm lookin' at startin' a band an' gettin' me career on track."

*She blushes lightly and takes the arm, nodding some* I would love to travel one of these days, my mother's side of the family is from Ireland, one of these days *She sighs a bit and leans in* A band, huh? I used to play base, maybe, if I'm still any good, I could give it a try?

"Well certainly.  I'll be havin' auditions once th' club's back up 'n' runnin'."

They finally come to Deirdre's building, a seedy little apartment complex with vertical, spiraled wrought-iron bars across the first-floor doors and windows.  She pulls out the key and unlocks the door, leading Lenor into the little lobby with its too-bright white hospital lighting, little ficus tree, and the smell of too much bleach.

She leads Lenor up the steps.  The apartments are mostly quiet by this hour, with a few ambient dronings of television sets in the background.  Finally she opens her own door and silently ushers Lenor in.

The place is a mess.  The sparse furniture is scuffed, frayed, and ragged.  The floor is an ugly yellowish carpet circa nineteen-seventy-something.  A pair of guitars, one eletric and one acoustic, lean in a corner with a small amp.  Various papers are scattered on tables and the floor, and thick black curtains cover the windows, held tight against the frames.  Only a small floor lamp illuminates the room with a dusky, dirty yellow light.  It's the perfect bachelorette pad for a withdrawn, manic-depressive musician.

Lovely *She grins to Dei and takes a look around, slipping out of her leather trench, she'll either hang t up, or toss it over the back of the couch and takes a seat* I got shutters installed at my place, not a bit of sunlight shows through, very nice when one sleeps all day.

Again, the inkling desire to reveal all to this girl creeps up her mind.  But Kara's words of warning come back to her; in order to break the Masquerade for this girl, she'd need to find some way to seal her silence.  And she's not about to wreak the blood-imbibing rite on this girl just yet.  But God, does she want this sweet young thing's hot thick blood, like she hasn't wanted anyone's in so long.  Already she's pondering ways to...partake...which won't require her to break the Kindred Traditions.

"I'd offer ye somethin' t' eat 'r drink, but unfortunately I d'nae ha' anythin'."  Indeed, if Lenor is perceptive enough to notice ((a Perception + Alertness roll I guess)), she'd notice that the refrigerator in the little kitchenette isn't even plugged in.  Deirdre flips through some of the kitchen cabinets, and finally finds a bottle of spiced rum and a half a bottle of Jack.  She doesn't know how long they've been there.  Probably left behind by the last little fling she had.  She grabs the bottles by their necks and saunters back into the little living area.  

"Well, I do ha' these," she says, lifting up the bottles for Lenor to see.

Lenor rolls 4 dice to To see 5,5,4,9 (1 success)

*She notices that the plug is lying on the side when Dei motions to the kitchen, she finds it a tad odd, but Dei is a musician, and spends a lot of time at the bar, probably eats there all the time. She smiles softly and shakes her head* Oh hon, I don't drink alcohol. Just a glass of water will suit me fine. *She blushes again, feeling the woman's eyes on her, she likes it* Tell me something else interesting about yourself.

So much for that plan, Deirdre thinks.  Getting 'em drunk and horny was always an easy MO.  If they even remembered being bitten, the alcohol-haze would just chalk it up to some kinky foreplay.

She pours Lenor a glass of water from the tap, after washing out the glass a few times...she can't remember the last time she had occasion to use any of them.  She's actually feeling a little self-conscious, as if she were really trying to make a good impression on some date.

She comes back into the room, and slips down onto the frumpy couch next to Lenor, letting her body slide alongside the other girl's.  She leans across Lenor and places the glass of water in front of her and slowly draws back, letting her hand casually drop onto Lenor's leg, just above her knee.

"Well, me brother was a member o' the IRA."  She taps her finger on Lenor's knee, as if a steady little beat is running through her head.

*She gives a noticeable shiver and glances down at the tapping hand, she grins brightly and looks to Dei, moving her leg just so the Dei's hand will have to move up a bit further* That so? What'd he do for them? *Her temperature heightens, breathing increases. She gulps a bit..crap, it's been so long since she's let herself really feel anything, not since..he..left. She leans over and takes the glass of water, downs it quickly, wincing a bit, she's nervous, and excited..it shows in the small roll of sweat that slips down her neck*

"He...did...well, he was a resistance fighter.  A terrorist, some would say.  I...can't say tha' I 'pproved o' it, or I was proud.  Bu', a' th' same time there was a certain honor t'it."

Deirdre makes a point of clearing her throat, shifting her body a little.  Her elbow leans on the back of the sofa, and her head is propped up on her fist.  Her fingers gently stroke the girl's leg.  She's waiting, like a predator circling its prey, waiting for the right time to strike.

"So...about those vampires..."  Deirdre leans in a little closer, green eyes hooded, lips slightly parted.  "I imagine," she whispers, "you have a thing for being bitten..." She leans in to Lenor's throat, letting her lips brush the smooth pale skin softly.  Even now she can feel the throbbing heat of Lenor's lifeblood as it pulses through her body.  The warmth inside her is like a small fire, a true heat which Deirdre longs to draw closer to...so unlike the dim little ember inside herself, like the lingering heat of a wick just blown out...

*She gasps lightly, leaning into Dei, her heart skips a beat, her eyes close as a shiver runs down her spine* I used to have my boyfriends bite me, they never quite did it right though, only ended up hurting or bruising me. *Her breath quickens, her skin throbs under the strong heart beat. She moves a hand to Dei's inner thigh, rubbing her softly* Deidre...I've..never been...*Gasps* With a woman before *She gulps, tilting her head to the side to allow Dei access to her neck*

((Sorry, for those of you boys hoping to read a little girl-on-girl action, we're moving this to a private session.  Sorry to disappoint you all))

((Following a session of hot, sweaty, action...))

Lenor:  *It's never gone on so long for her, she cries out as she gives a good buck, eyes gripped closed, she hisses through gritted teeth, head turned to the side as her body arches lightly, giving a most tasty view of that pulsing neck. she gives long shuddering gasps while her body twitches and very slowly relaxes*

Deirdre:  After awhile Deirdre slowly eases up, leaning back and slipping off the gasping, panting Lenor.  She casts a smile at Lenor, admiring her beautiful nude body.

L:  *Her eyes flutter as she calms, looking at the woman, still trying to catch her breath* I've never felt so good in my life...*She traces her finger tips over her own body, moaning and shivering as if the orgasm is still going* you are so wonderful...

D:  "I try me best."  Deirdre stands and walks into the bathroom.  Her head is reeling, her body on fire with heated need.  The enticing taste of the droplets of Lenor's blood is still on her tongue.  God, she needs something.  Something more than just that.  It took all her control not to plunge her teeth into that hot young girl's neck.  Instead, she funnelled all the need and aggression into fucking her like hell.

L:  *If she's paying much attention she'll hear Lenor behind her minutes later* Deidre, are you okay? Did I do something wrong? *She leans against the hall way just out side of the bath room, nude and beautiful*

D:  Deirdre shakes her head, gripping the white porcelain of the sink.  "No...it's nothing.  It's not you."  She turns, glancing at the clock just over Lenor's shoulder.  "It's...getting' late.  If ye need to shower er somethin' then ye should do it."

L:  *She looks down, frowning some* Maybe I should just head back home...my room mate is probably worried about me..
DarkStar0528:  She turns back around, cupping Lenors chin and looking in her eyes.  "I wish...I wish I could tell ye.  Maybe some day..."

D:  "But fer now, trust me."  She gives her a smile.  "I'll keep in touch...if ye want."

L:  *She smiles softly* Kiss me...kiss me before I leave...I don't..*She leans in, brushing her lips against hers* I don't want to feel like I was just some one night stand for you...

D:  She kisses Lenor deep and hard, full of passion and more hunger.  

L:  She breaks the kiss after a moment, pressing her forehead against hers, hands on her hips, she holds her close* Don't you..want me to satisfy your needs? Your..hunger? *Her tongue moves over Dei's chin and to her neck*

D:  "Some other time...don't worry."  Deirdre didn't realize quite how late it was.  Dawn was fast approaching, and Lenor needed to be out of here before then.

L:  okay..*She backs away a bit, she yawns* ooh..sun must be comeing up soon, I never stay up any later than 8..*She smiles* please call me...or can I call you?

D:  "Hmmm...I think'd be best if I called ye."

L:  oh? *She chuckles* can I least have your number? *She turns away and heads for her cloths*

D:  "Um...sure.  But I'm usually not 'round the apartment when I'm up, an' I sleep pretty heavily.  So, it's not quite too reliable.  Ye can also try getting' hold o' me at Thorns."

L:  *She nods to her as she slips her things back on* oh..trust me..you won't get a hold of me anytime before 7pm...I won't even turn my phone on while I sleep *She digs in her pocket and moves back to her* Here, call me..when ever *The card has her name, her radio name "The Night Mistress" the staition's number and her personal cell number*

D:  Deirdre scribbles her number on a piece of scrap paper and hands it to Lenor.  "Thank ye fer this evenin'," she says as she guides Lenor to the door.

L:  *She turns and gives her one last, loveing kiss before she almost stumbles out the door* See you soon then..*She grins and heads out, walking back towards Throns to get her bike and head home