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First meeting [16 Oct 2004|12:01am] It was the next morning after the night before and Bethany was watching over the clean up of her bar. She was still sore from the night before but Tristan's tender loving care had done wonders for her and Slayer healing always helped. She was dressed in a short black shirt and an off the shoulder black top and on her feet she had a pair of stiletto boots. They went all the way up to her knees and hugged the curves of her legs. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in curls and she was for the moment stood against the banister in her club as she watched the people working on the lower floor. Jason checked the file one last time, and slid it into his briefcase before clicking it shut. He straightened his black silk tie the lapels on his black suit jacket. he was in an expensive black suit, and wore black loafers. He put on his most winning smile, and pushed open the door to the bar. He saw the disarray, and then the object of his visit. he walked up to the attractive blonde and sidled up next to her. "Looks like someone made a mess. You should sue their pants off." ( Wheeling, Dealing, and Flirting ) " I'm sure." She answered with another slow smile before she leaned back into her chair." This has been a very interesting conversation, Mister Toren." "Oh, Ms. Richards, it has been at that." He extended his hand to her. Bethany stood up and took his hand in her own." I'm sure it'll only keep getting more interesting as time goes by." Jason shook her hand firmly, then released it, and turned around. When he reached the door, he turned back around and shot her one last look. "Have a nice day, Ms. Richards." Without waiting for a reply, he headed back out into the bar, and onto the streets of Vegas. reply

Variety Show [16 Oct 2004|12:34am] Hannah took the steps to Dominick's front porch slowly. As she reached his door, she lifted a hand to knock, then pulled it back again and shook it lightly in the air. "Geez..." she whispered, aggravated with herself for being so nervous, and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ears. "Stop being a freak!" she scolded herself, then moved in again, this time banging on the door so hard the pane of glass rattled. She winced. Dominick jumped slightly at the knock on the door, and his heart thundered in his chest. He replaced the lid on the sauce and double-checked the dining room. The candles gave off a romantic glow, and the bouquet of yellow roses looked nice in the center of the table. He straightened his silk tie and strode with more confidence then he felt to the front door. He opened it and smiled, seeing Hannah gracing his step. "Hello." ( Getting Nerves Out of the Way ) ( Fire! Fire! ) ( You're Going Down! ) ( Designer Luggage ) "This is my area of expertise," she said, nodding. "Besides, it's only right since you slaved in here for hours, Betty Crocker. I'll see you in a few." "Please, I'm at least Chef Boyardee!" He quickly turned on his heel and headed for the shower, chuckling all the way. reply

monsters [16 Oct 2004|02:16am] [ mood | relieved ] [ music | Ordinary Girl by Earshot ] Dawn sat cross-legged on the bed, laptop open and to one side while she set needed ingredients to the side. Hm...bloodroot. Check. Incense, check. Candles, check. The specific chant needed was being emailed to her, so soon Dawn would have that as well. Good. After fucking up the sunlight spell, Dawn really wanted her sanctuary spell to work. With the town the way it was, it made sense to ward the place. Though this time, she was going to be extra careful when it came to research. No more weird side-effects, or fainting. Connor stepped in from outside, having been doing a quick sweep of the area. He'd dusted two vamps, and was ready to sit down for a while. He still wasn't quite up to par yet. With his ankle wrapped though, he didn't limp so badly, which was nice. He dropped by the kitchen to grab a poptart and he searched around for Dawn. He found her in -their?- room, looking like she was in research mode. He smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "You know we have a whole rest of the house for you to do this in, right? You don't have to hole up in here to research." Dawn glanced up away from the laptop that was pounding away 'Wussypuff' at suddenly hearing Connor's voice. At his comment, she retained her expression of innocent surprise. "You mean there is an outside to this room? Lies." Okay, then she allowed a smirk. "Or maybe I was trying to lure you here by the power of female telepathy. It worked, didn't it?" She opened the chest at the foot of the bed and began to place the ingredients back carefully; some of that stuff was rare and expensive. Connor grinned at that, coming up behind her and reaching out to brush is fingers lightly over her hair for just a moment. "And what did you summon me here for miss telepathy?" he asked, voice holding a playful, suggestive tone. Then frowned at what she was doing. "What's all this stuff?" he asked, reaching over and picking up a vile of something. "Bloodroot. That sounds magicky." he said with obvious distaste. ( No Sanctuary ) reply

[16 Oct 2004|04:39pm] [ mood | drained ] Tonight is the night... ( Information gathering ) Alright, so I got no information, except that my sister considers me a threat.  I'd lament the fact of all those people died, but things have been less than stellar as of recently.  Evil begets evil I guess.  Oh, Matt if you can see this...I found the our new place, decent price, lots of room, its across the street from the diner that's by the K.  It's a grey-ish blue house!  Just knock, I'll hear you. reply

Meeting That Famed Vampiric Spawn [16 Oct 2004|07:39pm] ( Not A Journal Item! ) reply

Azazel's Last Dance, Pt. 1 [16 Oct 2004|10:32pm] [ mood | accomplished ] Emmy peeked out the window into the night air, to see if anyone was approaching. Everything was coming together so last minute. Why couldn’t he have mentioned this before? she thought, glancing at her morose housemate, who sat on the living room sofa with a thoughtful look on his face. ( Goodbye, Big Bad ) reply

Azazel's Last Dance, Pt. 2 [16 Oct 2004|10:36pm] [ mood | accomplished ] ( The Aftermath ) Illyria nodded and slipped down into the seat in the car, "To the healer's." William saw everyone safely in a car, and turned to Em. "Let's head back to town, find Destiny, and get a bite to eat, shall we?" Emmy gave a long, tired sigh. She had forgotten how draining some spells could be. “Love to,” she agreed. “And coffee. Lots of coffee.” “Already on it, chief." Kris commented as she pulled away rather sharply. Pushing the pedal to the floor as her speed steadily increased, good thing Searchlight wasn't known for its cops. reply

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