Reina walks in to the area known as the Devil's Playground.
She needs to thank a certain punk with large mohawk for helping her out wit the Sheriff. Maybe he'll want a favor from her now,or not,  but she feels she should find out, and at least say hi, still alive here.

Sam Dawson rolled in on his hog alone this time. He gets off and sees this real lady. At least that's what she seems like to Sam. Only there is something familiar about her. There's a feel to her that reminds him of the only other Gangrel he ever met.

Walking towards the door Sam smiled and said,
"Hi. Looking for friends, fun, or a little of both lady?"

"Well, actually, I'm looking for a guy named Matthew Slater. This seemed like his kind of hang out, I got nothing else to go on."

She smiles, and you notice her prominent canines. She closes her mouth as soon as she realizes what she just did.  

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Sam chuckled and said, "You might find him here. He seems to hang out a bit. You new to the ahhh hem life?

You seem a little uneasy with your dental work..," then Sam grinned showing his own sharp canines and motioned towards the entrance as he said, "Shall we?"

"New to the ahh hem life? Not exactly."
She looks Sam up and down.
"So, who are you?" she asks bluntly. "I don't exactly go running around with people I don't know, not everyone is a friend around here. You should be more concerned yourself, accosting a woman you've never met and commenting on her dentist's handiwork like that."

Sam chuckled and said, "Sam Dawson.
Pleased to meet you too.
I run the Outlaws, an rural bike gang.
It's a living....

Accosting?
Hardly...
I felt we were similar. I've only felt that around others who were of my clan. So I took a chance.

It's working out so far. You've been nice and polite and at the same time haven't tried to pop a cap in me.

Recent events have led to me needing to make my presence more well known in town.
My sire was a very bad boy and I don't want to be hung with the same rope a rat is.

Understandable I think.

What about yourself?"  

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"Reina," she says flatly.
"You gotta remember the rules in this city, you gotta remember not to say certain things, not to reveal yourself. That might help keep you alive if you're being accused of the sins of the father. Especially since that fucked up shit on the news has probably got the big boss all paranoid."

Sam opened the door for Reina and said,
"If the rat had told me the rules I'd follow them. I can see he was a rat and a complete asshole about doing anything for his own.
Selfish prick. Pardon my language.

We need to look after our own ya know?
If not we're no better then fucking dogs,"

"Wolves, Sam. Wolves. Never allow yourself to become a dog. You may be a domesticated wolf for a time, but you'll go back to the wild eventually."

She walks in. "Never told you the rules, huh? Looks like you need to meet the big boss one of these nights, especially the way things are lately he might have an unknown lick killed on sight."

Sam gave a almost toothless grin. He had experience hiding the sharps of his teeth. Then he said, "Yeah wolves is right.

I know I need to meet the big boss. Even made and arrangement with this Ms.  Bellisa Damita to do so. Only she hasn't got back to me yet.

Need to meet the fellow running pot in town too. If he's not one of us then I'll take him out. If he is I'll need to make some arrangements.

How are you dealing with things? You well?"

Reina smiles back. You begin to wonder if she just is too new to hide her canines, or if those...no, those do look more like those of an animal than a human, even with elongated canines.

"This miss Damita best get back to you soon. Or you can proabably find the Sheriff, Zaine, at that Captain something or other's cigar shop. He is, however, mostly unpleasant at first, and seems to operate on a short fuse."

"As for me, I'm doing alright. Got some things to smooth out, people seem to be tripping all over me lately, but other than that, things are good."

Sam gave a nod and said, "Good.
You ever need some back up or just a place to hang out you just come out to the Outlaws place.

Here's the address and that's my cell number," awhile back Sam had cards made up thinking he might need them. Seems he was right. It had the Outlaws Logo on it along with the address and a cell number. It said Sam Dawson Club President.

"Thanks." She looks at the card and ponders it for a moment.
"Shit, had any problems up there? From what I hear it's all shovelhead territory. You best keep a solid watch, those guys are N-A-S-T-Y nasty. Ran into them on the way into the city a couple weeks ago." She looks momentarily saddened.

"So yeah, be careful. So, you know this Slater guy?" she asks, changing the subject.

Sam shrugged and said,
"Only met him the once. My buddy Gord hangs out here and we meet up sometimes.

Just thought I'd head back in and maybe make some connections ya know?

I got me a ghouled up biker crew and we tend to ride in packs. We haven't had too much trouble with them shovelheads. We've been there a few decades and they know we're dug in deep."

you see Slater walk out an second story apartment, he see the the two and yells," Ahh shit are you guys looking for anyone." He has a guitar and a set of bose headphones. "sorry would been more welcoming but the fucking head phones knock out all sound except the punk. "

(ooc sorry i didn't see that this post was going on and if you need slater in the future send yuri or sebastion a private message.)

Sam shrugged and said,
"I know Gord hangs here and you seemed cool the first time we met so...

Just trying to make new connections ya know? Maybe make some deals or come to an arrangement?"

He walks on down so he dosen't have to keep on yelling,"Well are you guys together or seperate." He send a hand and pat sam on his back." Reina it good to see that everything went good for you with that fucking insane leader of our. He a good man but that dosen't make him any less loco." He send a hand to greet reina.

Sam chuckled and said, "Reina is kin,
but she makes her own deals and speaks for herself.

What I had in mind was a bit different.
See you know your way around and got some weight in town.

I got all the back roads and a steady supply of exotic weed from Outlaws chapters outside this turf. The local stuff is home grown but decent. So up to now there's been a competition right?

Now Bellisa is going to get a piece of the action for making things good between us and the big boss.

How about you making things good between us and the local supplier?

For that matter why don't we work shit out to run some more serious cargo if we got a deal?

Guns, hard shit, special items....

Lots of money just waiting to be made brother... Lots of fucking money,"

Reina grins at Slater, who might notice her fangs are significantly more prominent than the last time they met.
"Yeah, man, I was coming by to thank you for helping me out with Zaine and shit. The Prince was...reasonably nice, but I think he may have pranked me."

She'll walk up to Slater and extend her hand. "Good to see you again, I thought the only way you'd see me would be as a pile of fucking ash."