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"Scotch. On the rocks." Jamie replied as he got up to the bar. He made a quick glance at Goldschmidt, and thought, "I have to hurry; it's only a matter of time before Rochus sends someone after me. If I don't get that info..." Turning back to Twi, Jamie asked something rather blunt. "You're not a member of the Kuro Gang are you?" His face was completely emotionless. "I apologize if that was too blunt." He lied. He didn't care how blunt it was; he wanted to know if he could trust the Elf.

"Oh. That explains so much." Jamie chuckled. "As for the violin, yes and no. I can play the instrument, but it's not in the case. Let alone here." Jamie was confident he could trust the Vampiric Elf. "To tell you the truth, I'm a Government Agent. I came here to retrieve info from the man at the end of the bar." He nodded towards Goldschmidt. "There's a Thompson 1928 in that case, should I need it. I've been undercover with a Syndicate run by one Rochus "Rock" Goldchmidt, the brother of my associate." He paused. Jamie realized he needed to speak with Goldschmidt, but that Alfons was talking to someone else. Thinking aloud, he adjusted his sunglasses. "I wonder, why'd he go against his brother?"

"Another trusted contact is always welcome." Jamie said with a smirk. He took the glass of scotch in front of him and downed it. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to grab my guitar and 'violin' case before I speak to Mr. Goldschmidt."

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At a rest station not too far from the Waltz, "Vinny" was on his cellphone receiving orders. "Yes. Of course. He will be dealt with." He paused, knowing that Rock wouldn't like the next question. "What if I encounter your brother?" There was a long pause on the other end, followed by a simple order. "Understood sir. I'll bring him in should he be there." *click*

Good. This seemed like nothing that would get too out of hand. Either the hitman would kill his target, or not. But now she was curious about this german figure himself.
"intresting..." Her yellow eyes widened, then narrowed as she asked "And who, pray tell, are you?"
Cassandra had always been too curious for her own good. And it bothered her that this man was either too at ease with everything to think out loud, or just didn't think. She beckoned to the bartender for another drink, as if to say 'keep them coming.', and waited for an answer.

Cassandra cocked an eyebrow at Alfons, "You have a very intresting history, Mr Goldschmidt." She took another sip of her drink, her black lips leaving a little lipstick stain on the glass. After a quick drum of her fingers against the bartable, she responded
"I am Lady Cassandra, daughter of no-one reconizable." She gave a quick smirk, momentarily flashing a tiny sample of her pearly whites. "I am a vampire, and I am very old."
She took yet another sip, watching the notebook slide to his sidekick. Momentarily, she had let her mind ask itself where the hostess had been hiding during this time. Perhaps she was lost in the crowd. Cas would have to search for her later...


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ooc: sorry about the lame post... I am drawing a blank right now.

Even though she was angry, Scarlet finally got control of her emotions enough to sense the electricity in the air. A fight was coming. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. She would love to relieve a little stress and get her hands bloody, but it might alarm some of her more peaceful guests. She quickly scanned the ballroom for allies.

Cassandra was by the bar; it was good to have a psychic ancient close by. Twilight was making his way though the crowd, more of a shadow than a figure. Devonte had excused Nenetl and taken her place in the conversation, although the short man was not nearly so pleased with the figure of this company. Sam she had lost track of, but she knew he would pop up when he was most needed.

Then she started looking for the source of the electricity. It was coming from a man dressed more like a member of the orchestra than like a guest. Scarlet knew he wasn't one of her hired musicians. Scarlet watched him closely as she sauntered over to the bar.

Cassandra was becomming uneasy, like a wolf before a storm. She knew something was coming, and she knew it would be rather exciting. She had asked the barkeep for three more shots of voka, and after downing them consecutavely, she swiftly left her stool, and sauntered around the party, looking for a volunteer. She curtseyed and bowed often to those who reconsied her, or the other way around, but her thirst showed. Her eyes became bloodshot and her bones protruded more then usual. If it could, her stomach would have groweld.

"I would enjoy nothing more." She replied, a sweet smile on her face, and cutseyed. Her hunger was still growing, but who didn't have the time to dance with an enchanting young dark elf? She grabbed his hand and his shoulder, and they began to dance. The music was beatiful, and she was beginning to forget about the fact that she was even hungry.
Cassandra took this moment to appreciate the hard work Scarlet had gone through to make this ball happen. The colours seemed to be dark, yet warm at the same time. The atmosphere was cheery, even though there were a few that were beginning to feel the same anxiety she was. The scent of everyone and everything in attendance to this lovely party was absolutely intoxicating, and the music. The music was beautiful. It was as if Mozart had a dream that he had absorbed Bach's musical ability, and the ensuing brain child was this music.