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Jackal watched as the Caerul and Fiona followed Skulls to his apartment. He started after them, moving quickly until he had come up next to Caerul, then he slowed down into a light walk. He stayed silent for a moment, his eyes falling on Fiona, ' If I didn't know any better, I might think that she was one of my bretheren. But I suppose there's a fine line between narcissistic Malkavians and Toreadors.' He moved his eyes off of Fiona and onto the Brujah, 'I seem to be putting that Brujah off. I wonder why...' He looked over at Caerul and voiced his thought quietly.

"To us."

And with that, she sipped her own bloodwyne. She placed it away and looked at him, smiling and looking back at him. She scooted closer to him, with her leg crossed over her knee and that foot playfully and teasingly moved up his leg, as she leaned in close to him. That hand on her arm made her smile, twitching a bit.

Johnny quickened his pace as he turned a corner. He walked up the metal steps of the apartment complex, up the the 3rd floor. He unlocked the door and pushed it open to reveal his 2 bedroom 1 bathroom apartment. It smelled vaguely of stale beer. Yellowing posters and band flyers were taped to the wall. A musty old couch sat in the center of the room facing the tv.

Johnny walked to the fridge and pulled out a plasma pack and a bottle of vodka. He mixed the two liquids in a mixer and began to pour himself shots and down them, shuddering at the mixture.

As the other's entered he walked over to his old record player and put in a scratchy old Modern Lovers album.

Johnny chuckled. "What's a matter sweet heart?" he called out to her "Don't band posters count as artwork?" he took another shot and offered the glass to Caerul and Jackal.

Fiona calms slowly and gently under Caerul's touch, her body coming to a soft, anxiuos lull. She places her hand on top of his, and nods, smiling. The posters aren't what had bothered her most, it was the mess. The horrid amount of odd numbers, threes and sevens...

But no, she had to let it go for now, as long as she wasn't idle.. as long as she had something to do while she was waiting to get out of here. She squeezed Caerul's hand tightly, though he could have easily slipped away if he wanted, being that she had clasped onto only two of his fingers.

Johnny sensed the three's urgency. "There is a spare room that has the window's boarded up. My room is the same." He felt a little bit hurt at their reaction to his abode which by his peoples standards was in rather good condition. Plainly enough he could not afford to maintain his haven to the standards of a toreador... or aparently so, to a malkavians. "The side room is a bit more hospitable and is completely secure. Do you wish to stay here? Tomorrow night we can give my anarch pals a call."

Fiona looks around, obviuosly not comfortable. she nods slowly, looking to Caerul, then down to her own hands, "You're right.." Smiling up at Skulls, she looks to him apologetically "I'm sorry... It's just.. there's so many.." she points, not wanting to admit her weakness, at the numerous uneven numbers around the room, finally falling silent, and wrapping her arm nervously around Caerul's waist.

He took the key, nodding and smiling in thanks. "Thank you again for this room, it is greatly appreciated."

He then turned in and smiled to Fiona and Jackal.

"You two can take whatever spots you like, I'll take where ever there is room left."