Work, work work, Oligarch Jake McCloud though to himself dispassionately.
He was sitting at Risk, the VIP lounge to be more precise. It seemed like an odd place to do business, but Jake and his partner in crime Vomas had agreed another night in the Oligarchy would have killed them. Jake wasn\'t at all convinced Vomas had been in favor of the idea to mix work and pleasure. It was nothing about the way the sterling good looking vampire had addressed Jake during their exchange about where to handle the night\'s affairs, just Jake inferring the way he thought Vomas was conditioned based on prior observation. That\'s all. Jake had grown to like Vomas a lot. The vampire had been so kind as to fudge the paperwork of Jake\'s illegal fledgling Sam. Ever since then, Jake had respected Vomas as a great leader and as a good friend.
Still, Vomas didn\'t know how to have fun; a fact Jake suspected Vomas himself would agree with. Jake knew how to work, but Jake also knew how to let go. The Ventrue knew how to party almost as well as the Toreador. Jake had grown tired of the Oligarchy\'s stuffy chambers and ugly office chairs. He\'d decided he required a change of scene to properly due the cities work. As a result, he\'d casually suggested the change of scenery. To his great surprise, Vomas agreed with only a slight encouragement. Perhaps Vomas was looking to let off a little steam of his own? Jake dared not assume such matters. After all, it had been two years and Jake had never seen Vomas cut loose. He often wondered what his co-worker did on his nights off. Yet, considering that Jake worked those evenings, he never was available to find out.
They were sitting in a small, comfy booth, tucked sweetly away from the bar. Jake was wearing a black V-neck and a white cardigan over it. His hair was combed neatly, and his shoes were his favorite converse. He wore skin tights jeans with the thought, After all I am in Risk.
He smoked. An ashtray had been provided and Jake had put two sin sticks into already. He was working on a third. They were examining a file that needed an executive decision. They\'d been discussing the case for so long, Jake had grown incredibly bored. He sat smoking. He thought Vomas said something and returned his attention to his friend and co-worker.
"What," Jake mused. "I\'m sorry, the smoke is getting to me." The lie was weak.