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Breaking the Ice
« on: July 12, 2019, 10:50:24 AM »
It had been just five days since Damien had accepted the position of Manager for Jake McCloud's campaign for District Leader of Central and he had found his hands full yet again. Besides an email from Damien confirming his decision, no other notice or announcement had been made about Damien Evans taking the position. There were still too many details to work out between Jake and himself before they made any kind of announcement - including how Ben Samson, Damien's employer, would find out about the decision. Jake McCloud didn't seem particularly worried about how that information came into being, something which made Damien have some concerns.

After the first conversation with Jake in the Rabbit Warrens, when Jake had initially offered Damien the position, Damien was uncertain that he would take the job. He had taken the discussion out of Jake's hands and offered it instead to his kin, asking for their input and opinions in the matter. There was no doubt that Damien was capable of running Jake McCloud's campaign - the discussion came down to whether it was a wise idea to do so. Would it draw too much unwanted attention to himself from the powers of the city? With Samson? Galvin? The Sacramentum? And if Laurent were still in the city, wouldn't that be information to draw him out?

They all - Pierre, Jenella, Phineas, and even Rachel - had been unsure as to what the proper decision should be, though consensus leaned towards accepting the role with some accommodating circumstances. Damien and Rachel had spent that night debating on and off between relaxing and cuddling. When Damien couldn't get the matter off his mind, Rachel had been his sounding board. She was the one who knew Damien's true concern - that his information could get leaked to the wrong person and Laurent would finally know where Rachel was after the long years spent living with him. The thought had kept him awake during the day, distracting himself with the preparations of the newly constructed manufacturing facility in Seattle - a task he clearly didn't need to oversee.

In the end, they had decided to go forward with it, knowing that there would be certain advantages to having a District Leader like Jake McCloud as a personal ally. Already the young one had promised to look into the existence of the trafficking ring in the city - and the demon scum who ran it. It brought them one step closer to finding Laurent, even if it wasn't the way that Damien would have preferred it. One step closer to not having to look over their shoulder every day when Rachel stepped outside the house.

There were other perks to be had with having Jake McCloud close, of course. Resources, networking opportunities, the potential to be part of government funded immortal research. Aquillia Industries Inc. already had copious amounts of privately-funded research on the biological exploration of vampiric cells. Reports crossed his desk on a semi-regular basis as to the advances which had been made by his small team of biological anthropologists and structural engineers - one of their most current projects being the development of a window pane that allowed sunlight into a room, but blocked the rays which destroyed vampiric flesh. A major discovery, one that he had been waiting for since the day he watched his own family burn - he had even tested it out himself to ensure its effect. It would be a major cash cow when it came to market, but the research was slow, tiring work for a team of just six people. Funding wasn't unlimited either - a concern that Damien hated. He cared little about money, having more than enough to live comfortably, but he lacked the far-reaching political power which allowed him to access more researchers who were in the know about immortal life.

So he had given Jake McCloud's offices a call and invited the Anarch over to his home for an evening of informal ice breaking. Rachel had come up with the idea to ease the transition for both vampires to adjust to one another before engaging in what was likely to be a stressful campaign to win Central. He had made sure to let the receptionist know that Jake should feel comfortable enough to bring any guest of his choosing, as Damien's fledge and his partner would be present. Jake had responded affirmatively hours later via email, one which had an open and friendly tone.

Thus, he had begun the preparations of the house for the gathering, ensuring that surfaces were cleaned of any debris or dog fur, laundry and other chores were done, Delilah was groomed, and Rachel was on her best behavior. She had teased him all day long, pulling at his attention with loud thoughts of naughty things that would have made him blush, crawling onto his lap when he took a moment to relax, and even coaxing him into the bedroom for a quick romp the same morning of the gathering.

"But what do I wear?" She teased from her position lounging on the couch in just her underwear and one of his tees, a devious smile on her face as Damien set up the apparatus for the plasmatherm fountain.

"Rachel, this is your house," he responded, looking up at her from the island where the fountain would be - if he could untangle the damn cords! "You can wear whatever it is you'd like." He felt her smirk impishly from across the room, her thoughts curling around him in her attempt to be noticed. "But you do have to wear clothes." He looked at her through his eyebrows, though he smiled nonetheless.

After setting up the blood fountain - which was a few pieces of medical equipment used for blood transfusions during surgery (including a warmer) MacGyvered together in an almost aesthetically pleasing way - Damien showered, dressed, and set about his last few chores before Jake and his guest arrived at his house. There was a slight sense of nervousness about him that he tried to keep down, but Rachel, knowing the classic signs of his perfectionist anxiety, called him out teasingly before setting about and helping him. Upon Rachel's insistence they had showered separately - lest they be tempted to do more than just get clean in the water, a decision which made Damien pout a bit - and she was now clean, smelling only vaguely of him from the night before. When she wasn't looking, he smiled at her, and continued adding blood to the warmer.

Conveniently, Pierre had made his way to the house after all of the last second tasks were done. Damien scowled and told him so in French as he stepped into the kitchen. Pierre, in his brown jacket of soft leather and plain white tee with blue jeans, smelling strongly of Nadia now that they were back together, told him that that was his intention and picked up a stemmed glass with a crooked grin and dipped it in the fountain. His fledgling then proceeded to lean against the counter and sip at the blood.

Moments later, Damien heard an unfamiliar car pulling up the drive, the engine idling first before settling in a park. "I think that's them. Rachel, would you like to get the door?" He smirked beguilingly at his lover, hoping she would oblige.
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Re: Breaking the Ice
« Reply #1 on: July 12, 2019, 12:07:37 PM »
Rachel was more nervous about the little get-together than she let on.  After spending too much time trying to figure out what to wear, she'd settled on a nice pair of jeans and a loose, swoop-necked grey sweater.  Casual but still presentable, but most importantly it was comfortable.  She couldn't remember the last time they'd had anyone outside of the lineage over the house, and never someone so politically important.  Even though she'd been going out pretty consistently during the day with the bodyguard, she still felt a little rusty in the socializing department.  Not that she expected anyone to be paying much attention to her tonight beyond obligatory pleasantries--she was just a human, regardless of her relationship with Damien.  Part of her wished that she'd made plans with Quinn instead to avoid the whole thing.  It wasn't like she was going to have much opportunity to contribute to any conversation, even though she'd suggested the little get-together in the first place.  But she wanted to be here, to be supportive to Damien but also because she was extremely curious to meet the one who called himself the Black Prince. 

She still thought the title was hilariously edgy.

It was funny to watch Damien run around fixing up the house and fidgeting nervously with things that didn't really matter, but she knew that he wanted to make a good impression.  Besides, she'd never be able to talk him out of being meticulous--that was just his thing.  Maybe eventually she'd ween him off, get him to pull back a bit and just chill for once.  One day.

When Damien asked her to answer the door, her stomach did a little flip but she nodded and did a quick jog into the foyer.  She could hear them coming up the step and after taking a quick breath to compost herself she pulled the door open before they got close enough to knock or ring.

Rachel greeted the pair with a warm smile.  "Hi!  I'm Rachel."  She offered her hand to both of them to shake, hoping that wasn't too weird to do and trying not to overthink it. 

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Re: Breaking the Ice
« Reply #2 on: July 14, 2019, 04:02:07 AM »
“This is so weird,” Lisa-Joe remarked as she used a makeup wipe to create a perfect wing tip.

“It’s not weird,” replied Jake, who was busy fussing with his sweater. He’d chosen a baby blue that showcased the grey color of his eyes. He’d decided on Khakis and boring loafers on bottom. He felt dressed like a member of the young Republicans club. His hair was neatly combed but without product, and as normal one tendril of Black rested over his right eye. As Lisa-Joe kept doing her makeup Jake examined his Oligarch tattoo. He’d need Sabrina to change it or remove it soon, but some small part of him wanted to keep it. Having been an oligarch was his original claim to a district, and he felt attached to how he’d rose to power. The election had been weighing on him and the tattoo seemed to mock and taunt him.

Everything you’ve built will soon belong to Ben.

“Are you even listening to me,” Lisa-Joe snapped, punching Jake in the shoulder.

“Ouch, yes I’m listening,” he insisted, shooting his friend a withering look. “And as I said it’s not weird. You just don’t like outsiders.”

“Outsiders don’t get us. They don’t like us. Damien Evans is a Cammy if I ever saw one.” She sounded certain and defiant.

“He is not,” Jake replied, rolling his eyes grandly. “He barley knows what the Camarilla is and besides he’s a caitiff.”

“Diet Ventrue,” she replied, eyes on the mirror and a sponge in hand.

“I’m Ventrue,” Jake replied defensively. He was starting to lose patience. Lisa-Joe realized she’d overplayed her hand and smiled warmly. “But you’re one of the good ones.” She then bopped him on the nose. He smacked her hand away.

“Be nice tonight. I want this to go well,” he told her.

“I get the wife I presume,” she asked, doing a final spot check. The Harpy was pleased. She handed Jake a bottle of crimson nail polish. They often painted each other’s nails like this.

“Rachael, and she’s not his wife,” Jake reminded, as he dipped the nail brush. “Also Pierre will be there so please don’t hit him in the balls again.”

“That was glorious,” Lisa-Joe reminisced. “It was so hot I masturbated for weeks with it.”

“Lisa,” Jake exclaimed!

“Jake,” she teased, matching his outrage with a mocking version of her own. “Women masturbate Jake. It’s far less scandalous than all the grunting I hear coming out of your room when Murphy is over.” Jake had recently fed and so his cheeks flushed red.

“Why is he not going to this,” she asked.

“He’s on some assignment for Charon, Jake explained. He was missing Murphy badly, but was trying to down play it. “Can we go,” Jake asked impatiently.

“Yes, yes, we can go,” Lisa-Joe said after inspecting Jake’s work on her nails. They headed to one of the black vans the district owned. Luke drove them and would be standing guard outside. Jake was venturing out of district without his sword. He considered Damien would likely not approve of a weapon in his home. His protection was important and having his Sheriff put him at ease. Lisa-Joe had insisted she could handle any threats, but Jake felt better having Luke guard the entrance just the same. As they rode towards Damien’s home Lisa-Joe kept talking. They shared cigarettes and flicked the ash out the windows.

“And who am I again,” she asked. “Harpy, friend?

“Sister from another sire,” Jake corrected. “I’m bringing my closest relationship.”

“Don’t tell Sam that,” she teased. “It’s just so weird going to a straight couples house for tea, or whatever. Couldn’t they have just come to the rabbit. I could get Rachael trashed, maybe a little karaoke...”

“No, Jake interrupted! He was grouchy now. “And you don’t know they’re totally straight and so what if they are?” Lisa-Joe looked long and hard at Jake, eyes searching for something.”

“You think he’s cute,” she accused him. “Oh my god is that what this about?”

“I do not,” he snapped back. “He’s smart and successful and a good ally for Central.”

Lisa began to sing, “Jake and Damien sitting in a tree.”

“Oh look we’re here,” Jake said thankfully. Luke pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. Jake and Lisa-Joe both thanked him and then made their way to the door. When Rachael answered, Jake accepted the handshake and said, “thanks for having us over. I’m Jake and this is...”

“Lisa-Joe Hampton,” she introduced herself, cutting off Jake. “And we hug in the south,” she said, letting her southern drawl be on full show. She’d try and lead Rachael through the whole air kisses on the check bit. “You’re home is lovely!”
 



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Re: Breaking the Ice
« Reply #3 on: July 14, 2019, 05:49:32 AM »
"It's so great to finally meet you both."

Rachel giggled in response to what one does in The South.  Without missing a beat or needing any further encouragement, she gave Lisa-Joe a warm hug and did the air kisses thing.  She wasn't anywhere near as stuffy and awkward as Damien could be, even if she did feel a touch nervous.  Lisa-Joe was so beautiful it almost caught her off-guard if she wasn't already expecting it.  Every vampire she'd met had been beautiful--must be one of their things.  Something about luring prey with good looks?  Yeah, that had to be it.  Beauty or southern accent, Lisa-Joe made an impression on the human.  Rachel couldn't shake the feeling that Lisa-Joe would be mad fun to hang out with.  Not that she'd get that kind of chance.

They probably thought she was just some kind of pet or something.
Whatever.

"Thank you!"  She could feel the flush across her face deepen at the compliment to the house, feeling weird for taking that sort of ownership over it even though it was her home too.  After spending much of her life in shitty apartments the house definitely (still) felt luxurious in comparison.  Ever since Quinn came back into her life she was feeling that dissonance more than usual.  Money to afford comfort like this wouldn't phase your average vampire, surely.  From what she understood, money meant nothing to them the longer they lived.  It's not like they had much in the way of living expenses.

Spying the imposing blonde her expression fell for a minute and she turned to Jake.  "Uh, he could totally come in too, that's not a big deal."  She assumed he was a bodyguard of sorts (and looking like a much more effective one than hers was).

Whether or not the bodyguard would come inside, Rachel stepped aside to let their guests in and closed the door behind them.

She beamed at them.  "Right this way,"  Ugh, she sounded like a hostess at a restaurant.  Oh well.  Turning toward the back of the house, Rachel lead them through the foyer, family room, and into the kitchen where Damien and Pierre were.

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Re: Breaking the Ice
« Reply #4 on: July 14, 2019, 12:51:25 PM »
He could smell Rachel blush from across the house and Damien smiled to himself as his fiddled with the fountain once again. Voices echoed through his home and there was a small swell of pride - he wasn't accustomed to showing his home to other immortals outside of the lineage.

"On y va," Pierre said sarcastically under his breath, taking another sip of blood as footsteps carried down the hallway, earning him a glare from Damien.

"Sie spricht Französisch, Pierre," the elder reminded his fledge annoyedly as Rachel came into the kitchen.

"Oh ouais ouais ouais ouais ouais!" Pierre jabbered as Lisa-Joe Hampton, Harpy of Central and District Leader Jake McCloud came into the kitchen behind Rachel. He lowered his glass of blood and went to greet the Harpy. Damien put down the spare blood pouches and went to greet his guests with a polite smile.

"So glad you could make it, Jake," he offered his hand to shake with a relaxed smile, something that Jake wouldn't have seen from him before. He purposely addressed the District Leader casually, knowing it would be one of the easiest ways to adjust to their work together, though it felt awkward on his tongue after years of referring to him as simply McCloud. He took a minute to adjust to the shock of pastel color he was wearing, looking very much different than he had ever seen him. Damien tried not to pay too much attention to it, but felt somehow mocked by Jake's choice of clothing. He wondered lightly if he had ever worn such a color before, filing it away as a question to ask Rachel later.

Damien stepped out of their way and gestured towards his kitchen and the rest of his home. "Please, make yourselves comfortable." He had ensured that every counter was spotless and perfect. On the breakfast bar island that separated the kitchen from the sunroom where they now stood, Jake and Lisa-Joe would see a blood fountain that had been built to appear as a fondue fountain, its motor and structure altered to allow the flow of blood, warmed by a plasmatherm in the island's sink, packed full of bagged blood. The kitchen counters were laden with a few different types of food for Rachel and in case Jake had brought a human companion along as well - Damien knew that he was seeing some human reporter, but didn't receive word as to whether he'd be bringing his partner too. There were fruit platters, cheese platters, small sandwiches, and something that Rachel called Pizza Rolls, which as far as Damien could tell, were little doughy pouches of tomato sauce, a vague meat, and salt. Upon picking them up last night, Rachel assured him that they were delicious when you were stoned or drunk. He had learned to not question such things, rolled his eyes, and placed them in the carriage.

Upon Rachel's suggestion, they had also picked up some alcohol - two bottles of wine, a handle of rum, and a six pack of fruity malt beverages that made Damien wrinkle his nose up whenever Rachel had one. Each of these were sitting on the counter as well, with ice in the freezer. 

Behind them Delilah, fresh from the groomers, padded her way in and began to sniff the newcomers cautiously, silently, before ducking behind Rachel for reassurance and a quick whine. The back door and large windows of the sunroom were open to the night to coax in a breeze. In the family was a playful mix of modern music selected by Rachel, playing from the television just under their hearing.

"Did you want to invite your driver in?" He asked Jake, feeling the human's presence just outside.

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Pierre had forgotten how much smaller Lisa-Joe was, standing a whole foot shorter than he was. He didn't know what it was about redheads but he had such a weakness for them and Lisa-Joe was no different. He looked her up and down quickly and smiled at her and reached out to pull her in for a hug. But as soon as he did, he remembered who she was and how that little black dress meant absolutely nothing in terms of what she was capable of. Instead, he took his free hand and covered his balls with it and embraced her awkwardly with just one arm.

"Long time, no see, gorgeous." He gave her a wink and had a tinge of regret for not getting to know her a bit better before Nadia came back into his life again. Not that that would have mattered, should Nadia come around afterwards anyway. He probably would have dropped Lisa-Joe for Nadia like he did every woman who had the misfortune of entering his life in proximity to Nadia. The only good thing about his not exploring a relationship with Lisa-Joe was his inevitable ass kicking if Nadia had been the cause of their breaking up. A fiery little thing she was. Pierre sighed.
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Re: Breaking the Ice
« Reply #5 on: July 16, 2019, 06:24:52 AM »
Jake felt a playful energy from Rachel, the embracing of Lisa-Joe's greeting being his big clue. He'd expected someone more like Damien; serious, slightly brooding, pretty eyes. She did have pretty eyes, and the rest of her was pretty too. Perhaps it was an opposites attract situation. He wondered how much they'd be talking tonight. Would Lisa-Joe steal her away? Would Damien want to keep him talking about business or the campaign? He made sure to give her a soft smile as she began to lead them back. Lisa-Joe embraced Rachel like they were old friends, making small talk during the short walk. Jake looked to Luke to see if he wanted to come in, but a familiarly gruff expression told Jake Luke would rather stay on watch. The Ventrue decided to send him some food later.

His mind was cloudy as he entered, and he missed whatever chitter-chatter went on between the ladies. He was thinking about the election, Lazarus and most of all, Murphy. He was nervous, which he found odd considering how low key the evening was supposed to be. He pulled on the sleeve of his sweater. It was strangely therapeutic. He saw the blood fountain and found it an odd but interesting contraption. He mostly fed from live neck, and while he had blood packs set aside for time crunches or laziness, he never needed something like this. It made him wonder if Damien was feeding on Rachel. The image of that popped in his head, and some of the surprise lingered on his face as he greeted his host.

"Thank you for inviting us," he said with a practiced politeness. "Rachel has already been so kind," he followed up, smiling at the human. "And Luke would prefer to make sure none of us are disturbed."

Lisa-Joe looked at Jake oddly before moving to embrace Pierre. His protection of his manhood got a laugh. He was right to be wary of her. He smelled horribly of some other chick, and for a moment that made her want to pout. She'd never gotten a turn with the cowboy, and she felt jealous at the knowledge. She thought about Seb and realized they hadn't seen each other lately. She made a note to text him.

"Your balls are safe tonight player," she joked, playfully slapping at his chest. She wore a sinister little smile and it matched her black dress and pearls. They switched targets. Jake gave Pierre a slightly gruff, "nice to meet you," followed up by a handshake. Lisa-Joe did better with Damien.

"It's so lovely to see you again," she said, practiced and polished. "What a charming dog," she remarked. Jake smiled at Delilah, and held out a hand for her to sniff.

"It's okay girl," he encouraged. "I like dogs."
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Re: Breaking the Ice
« Reply #6 on: July 18, 2019, 08:14:17 AM »
"Yeah, you say that now." He stretched his arm around her shoulders as if they had been friends a long time, hanging his wrist off her narrow little shoulders casually. "That's because you don't know there's a pool table upstairs. And Rachel here," Pierre gestured at the human, giving her a wink as he spoke to Lisa-Joe, "can probably kick both of our asses. Right, Rachel?"

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He greeted Lisa-Joe with a nod and pleasant smile hen she offered her hand before her attention moved to the dog. Delilah, meanwhile, had taken a few steps back from Lisa-Joe, eyeing her wearily with a quick boof of mistrust.

"Ohhh," Damien gave a disapproving, chiding groan at his dog, looking down at the beautiful black and white husky, his eyebrows raised. "Delilah, Arrête ça! Soyez bon ce soir, okay?" The dog watched Damien as he spoke and responded with another low boof of disapproval, backing away from Lisa-Joe still until she stood, increasingly agitated, behind Rachel's legs.

"Sorry about that, Lisa-Joe. She only responds to French." Damien smirked at the southern belle, knowing it would be no problem for her to interact. "Although Rachel has been spoiling her with English. I got her as a puppy from an associate of mine who trains them to be daytime guard dogs. She's our very vicious watchdog, as you can see." Delilah, meanwhile licked her chops and stared at him intentionally. The dog's confusion was plain to him, even without supernatural abilities. "She'll come around. She's just not used to people who don't smell like me." He offered them a tooth grin before slipping an arm around Rachel and kissing the top of her head.

"Now, can I get anyone anything?"
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Re: Breaking the Ice
« Reply #7 on: July 18, 2019, 08:39:29 AM »
"You just suck at pool."  Rachel grinned.  She was in the process of making her way over to Damien when Delilah started for her legs.  There'd been numerous times where she'd tripped over the poor thing and she wasn't about to do that now in front of guests.  God that would be embarrassing.

She stooped over to give the husky some reassuring ruffling.  "Yes, very vicious," she spoke low and playful only for the dog before straightening back up, just in time for being pulled to Damien's side with a little involuntary huff. 

After the two responded to Damien, she pulled away from him a bit "You have any pets?"  Was it weird for vampires to keep pets? Hopefully, they didn't think she was talking about human pets.  Awkward.

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Re: Breaking the Ice
« Reply #8 on: Yesterday at 03:26:51 PM »
Lisa-Joe let out a cackle as Rachel teased Pierre. She already liked this girl. Any woman who could poke at Pierre's obviously large ego deserved praise. She also couldn't help but check out Pierre with every spare gaze. He looked good, and she hated herself for being so interested. She returned to the dog.

"Ne t'inquiète pas mon petit bonbon. Je promets de vous donner des animaux et des friandises si votre papa le permet."

When Damien offered refreshment Lisa-Joe said, "something hot and red please," letting the humor of her sarcastically specific request be evident in her tone. She looked around the room and turned to Rachel as Damien was fetching drinks.

"I wouldn't mind a bit of pool. I'd love to see Pierre lose to me finally." She hoped Rachel would like that idea. Perhaps they could both play him, or there was someone else and they could play doubles. When asked if she had any pets Lisa-Joe made a shield with her hand and placed it near her mouth. She leaned towards Rachel's ear and stage whispered, "does Jake count as a pet?"

Jake meanwhile looked disappointed at the dog rebuffing him, and let a tiny pout temporarily steal his features. He ended up smiling though and responded to Damien's request for blood. "Please," he said warmly, walking over with him to the fountain. "Interesting invention," he complimented, letting the warmness of his tone correct for the beige word choice of interesting. He liked it, but felt it would come out fake to overtly bestow praise. Besides, calling it interesting set Damien up to explain it, something any proud inventor loved to do. Jake seemed quiet compared to their last meeting, bordering on shy. His face was a boyish smile. His eyes were half lidded and constantly scanning the room. He was trying to avoid directly looking into Damien's eyes.
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Re: Breaking the Ice
« Reply #9 on: Today at 08:55:04 AM »
"Thank you. It's a work in progress, you see." Damien smirked at Jake as he handled the two glasses for his guests, letting the flowing blood fill each glass slowly but surely, one at a time so as not to overwhelm the motor. "I've designed it out of human medical equipment used during a blood transfusion, and your average fountain pump. Of course I had to make a few changes to it in order to accomodate the viscosity and protein structure of blood in the motor." He handed Jake a glass with only a glance, not aware that he may have talking about something of which Jake had only a passing, polite interest in. "It's most certainly a prototype, but one that a factory in the city is working on at the exact moment - among other projects. With all the social gatherings in the city of the wealthy immortals, I felt that having a non-living source of blood which wasn't warmed in a microwave was needed." Damien handed Jake the second glass of blood before pouring himself one. "I am personally never interested in drinking cold blood from a refrigerator, nor tepid blood congealed - or burned - in a microwave. I prefer it straight from the source, but if needs must be, let it be warmed properly."

He turned to face Jake and removed the second glass from the young vampire's hands before offering it silently to Lisa-Joe, who seemed to be quite entertained by Rachel. Damien smiled at his lover quickly and ducked away to return to his conversation with Jake. "Would you like to see the rest of the house?" Damien took a sip of the blood, perfectly matching human body temperature and consistency, but lacking all the deliciousness that came with feeding directly from Rachel's beautiful throat.

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"Listen, I could kick both of your asses any night of the week and you both know it," he challenged Lisa-Joe and Rachel, chest puffed and sizing the vampire up playfully. "There is a pool table upstairs collecting dust and a couple reputations on the line, here tonight, Mizz Hampt'n," he said with a poor imitation of Lisa-Joe's accent. "What chyu say we get Rachel here trashed and have us some good, clean, old fashion billiards, hmm?" There was a devilish smile on his face and he flicked Rachel's ear at the mention of her name, a motion slow enough for Lisa-Joe and everyone else to see, but not Rachel. Good thing she was used to his antics after years of interaction.
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« Reply #10 on: Today at 09:08:00 AM »
Rachel scowled and attempted to connect her elbow with Pierre--avoiding his injury.  "Yeah, being wasted makes a really good first impression," she muttered lowly, though still playfully, at him.  The idea of showing their (friends?) guests what she was like drinking seemed trashy.  Plus she would be the only one intoxicated and she wasn't exactly keen on making a fool of herself in front of people she'd only just met.  Not to mention the scolding she'd get afterward. 

But this was supposed to be a fun night, right?

"I'm down, though.  As long as you promise to keep me out of trouble with you-know-who."  She flashed Pierre a mischevious smile before throwing a quick glance at Damien to make sure he wasn't shooting her any disapproving looks.  Not that it would change her mind. 

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« Reply #11 on: Today at 09:19:06 AM »
Jake found Damien's over complicated explanation of his device endearing, and he smiled throughout the exchange, not interrupting once. He wondered if he could use something like this at the White Rabbit. Blood on tap meant donors in the back, and this would cut down on that need quite a bit. Taste would be important. He raised his glass to his lips, and took a small gulp. The temperature was just right, and compared to microwaved pigs blood at three in the morning it was mother's milk. However, Jake would've much rather had a fresh boy under his neck, and even though he politely complimented the taste, he knew he'd need another snack just before dawn. The Ventrue were blood snobs through and through, and not even Jake could escape that part of his clan. When Damien offered him a tour, Jake quickly replied, "sure, that'd be nice." He turned and looked at Lisa-Joe who shot him a knowing stare and a raised eyebrow. Jake giggled a tiny bit, his checks turning a pink from the blood he'd just consumed, and he followed Damien to the first stop on their tour.

Lisa-Joe returned to look at Pierre, mocking Jake's little fixation in her mind. Pierre was talking a big game, and short of hitting him in the balls again, Lisa-Joe wanted to knock him down a peg. She supposed he liked that part too, but she'd have to settle for her own enjoyment. She wished she could drunk while she was here, and her first impulse to just have them come to the White Rabbit reasserted itself. She'd settle for vicariously being drunk through Rachel.

"Then let's begin. I'll need to make room for Pierre's balls in my purse." She winked at him and turned to her human host. "Drank as little or as much as you like. Don't base it on me. Come visit me at the White Rabbit and I'll join you."
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« Reply #12 on: Today at 11:57:31 AM »
His home was more than secure and Damien didn't bother telling either Rachel or Pierre what he would be doing before he nodded in the direction he expected Jake to follow in.

Damien began the tour with a small smirk and a proud glint in his eye. They squeezed by the trio - Damien patting Rachel gently just above her hip as he passed, unable to resist the urge to touch her while being in such close proximity - and into the rest of the house. The sun room first, with its massive windows that were engineered with shutters that slid into place upon first light - upgraded within the past year, of course. The Family room next, with lower technology and simple but effective curtains and the comforts of an actual home. He pointed out the cellar door, mentioning that it was a makeshift blood room and emergency shelter, though he refrained from showing Jake. In truth, he hadn't gone down there since Odessa had been sedated down there. While it had been cleaned within the first days following Odessa's freedom, he did still have some of her personal effects there - in the event that the room would be needed again. The foyer with it's high ceilings and french doors that opened into his office - a warm room that had been completely refitted from the library it used to be. The property development and acquisition had made it nearly impossible for him to not have an office, after all. Let alone the reports.

The tour continued onward, through the foyer and into the living room, between the columns that divided the room into the dining room - both of which he hardly used. When they arrived back in the kitchen, Damien led Jake right up a simple set of stairs to the upper level. A brief view of the spare room where the pool table was and where the others would be soon. He took Jake down the hallway that was open to the sun room, explaining how he used to be unable to come out of his room during the day due to the light from the sun room. A narrow hallway led the two vampires past the now spare bedrooms.

Before Damien descended the front stairs, however, he paused in front of his bedroom door. "Come, I have something to show you." There was a melancholic expression in his eyes, something bittersweet, but he smiled at the District Leader. He entered his and Rachel's bedroom, expecting Jake to follow.

Jake would see obvious touches of his and Rachel's shared life; a pictures of them embracing and Rachel's smile, an electric wax melt on the bedside table closest to the window - Rachel's side - wafting a gentle scent of oakmoss through the upstairs. In the center of the bed, leaning perturbed against their pillows was Lestat, an black American shorthair cat with feisty the yellow eyes that watched the two visitors with a flicking tail and ears back. Damien, knowing better, made no chirp or summons to the cat but walked into the room enough for Jake to be able to look around. If he chose to do so, he did in silence.

Rocking back on his heels, he walked into the huge en suite bathroom. There were personal effects on the sink belonging to Rachel - basic toiletries, hair products that were covered in a thin layer of dust in the corner, bottles of perfume and the like. and other bits of lived in spaces. On the east wall, Jake would see a solid black door of a completely different style than the rest of the bathroom. Damien walked up to it and punched in the code and opened the door, entering first. If Jake had followed him this far, he hoped that the Ventrue would continue into one last room.

"This is a highly secure room I designed myself," Damien said, gesturing towards the chaise for Jake to sit if he so chose. The room was originally a walk-in closet and still had the remnants of it - shelves holding shoe boxes of items that were not shoes, drawers full of expensive things that Damien hadn't thought about in years. Forged documents, identities, passports. If Jake wandered, about to look at anything, Damien wouldn't stop him. "It is fireproof, bullet-proof, nearly vampire proof, reinforced steel walls and one door that remains shut when the power goes out. It is activated by this," he pulled a small remote with two buttons down from a pouch next to the door. "The user only has to press this button to send the entire house into lockdown." He crossed the room at a human's pace to the television on the wall, sliding another (which, he noted, had collected a fair amount of dust) remote off a shelf. He turned the television on to show eight separate panelled views around the property - including the entrances to the house. Playing on the screen in one of the small windows was Jake's car coming down the drive. Another held a tiny Lisa-Joe hugging Rachel at the door. Yet another showed Damien ruffling a newly groomed Delilah in the backyard before sharing a lengthy kiss with Rachel on the back porch.

"It's closeD circuit." The elder vampire perched on the raised head of the chaise lounge with a weary look in his eyes. "The recordings are digital and can be witnessed only here and on the television in my bedroom." Damien sighed and watched the current replay of Jake and Lisa-Joe greeting Rachel in the foyer. "Creepy, no? Rest assured that there are no cameras in any of the bedrooms or personal spaces.

"Each of these were installed once Rachel had come to live here. After Pierre was injured." It was quite a bit to take in, and Damien assumed that Jake needed a moment to accept everything that he had seen. This was, after all, no average house.
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