06-22-2012, 01:09 AM
Every seven seconds, by her calculations, a beam of colored lights would cut across the dance floor and illuminate the table that Baillie had seated herself. From there she could watch as some of her sibling danced and others sat at the bar. The martini she had ordered sat in front of her half emptied as she studied the group of bodies dancing. She had come here with her sibling because she had been called in for some kind of Alliance assignment. Normally this was the last place one would find the female Giovanni so instead of fighting for a drink at the bar she sat in the back corner and waited for one of the alliance members to show.
Leaning into the chair she looked up towards the large mirror above the dance floor. She knew that behind the double sided mirror the Ventrue, Raphael Di'Vorcha, was probably sitting there watching over everything that happened in his club. Arching her eyebrow she took a sip of her drink. Dealing with these people always made her want a drink. Her logical mind saw the point in the Alliance. At the rate they were going they would have a shortage of useable humans for feeding. The humans themselves had gone through a similar situation in the years when they were still the dominate species. She had done the math and ran the numbers three times before she thought about going behind her family’s back.
Looking down into her drink she felt that ball of guilt that always hung around whenever she thought about what she was doing. As soon as this was all over, the meeting to discuss the latest use of money and other funds being brought in, she would go back to the family house.
Last edited by Ever_After; 06-22-2012 at 01:13 AM..
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