<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah's cell phone went off again, she half expected it to be Em, but when she looked down she saw the number was one of Cirque's. <span style='color:purple'>That's odd... I'm off tonight...</span> she thought to herself, but she answered. <span style='color:purple'>"Hello? This Annette,"</span> she said, no pretense, anyone calling from this number knew what they were asking for, and she knew the answer. 'No.' The other end of the line sounded like the club, but it was crackling, she couldn't tell if there was anyone on the other end. <span style='color:purple'>"Hello?"</span> she said again, not really hoping for a response.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<span style='color:green'>" So annette. </span> he practically laughed through the phone. <span style='color:green'>"how about you face the bar and look at your newest client?" so... how much you go for?</span> This was too much, he could hardly contain his laughter. The high and mighty Leehara - was annette the pole dancer.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah knew the voice on the other end of the line, she'd heard it somewhere. Slowly she turned to face the bar, half afraid to see Viet, but no, it was almost worse, it was Medivh. She snapped the phone shut and stalked up to him, she grabbed his collar and pulled him out of the club, to the side of the building. <span style='color:purple'>"Unfortunately for you, I don't think you can afford me, see, you're already in my debt,"</span> she said, pressing the line of her body to his, one finger running down the center of his chest. Medivh was in a decent mood, she was okay with that, she really didn't want to risk any mishaps with the lighter, she found her life a little more worthy than that. Now probably would have been a great time to explain herself, but really, she didn't see a need to. What she did was her own business, if he asked, she might tell him, but personally, she wanted to see him suffer, she wanted to expend her bloodline's gift on him, raise lust, without a single touch, but then leave him alone. She smiled wickedly at the thought, she'd have to either tie him up or lock him in somewhere first so he would thoroughly get the full effect of what she intended, but she was pretty sure she could manage that.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<span style='color:green'>"oh please, don't be so defensive, it was only a joke. How was I supposed to know you're job was a sex worker? You can't hate me for wanting a good time, after all it is your cash flow. As for my debt, i've also not been very objective despite my discomfort in everything. Now, you killed my buzz pretty damn harsh, i'm insatiably horny, possibly drunk though i think that barkeep mixes the weakest drinks, and once again very confused. can i please get some answers before you bite my head off?</span> Being so close to her was making his blood pump. he could smell her. his head was swimming in horemone. Being horny was one thing, but this was another. This was not just want, but almost a need.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah let the thought go, suddenly aware of what she was doing, she'd forgotten how easy it was for her to force need upon someone, eight millenia will do that to a girl. <span style='color:purple'>"Alright, sorry. I'm sorry, I got out of hand, I'll explain myself,"</span> she said, pulling away from Medivh. She leaned against the wall opposite him. <span style='color:purple'>"My bloodline, your bloodline, is millions of years of courtesan's and socialites in the making. We feed off lust, it can completely take over the need to feed on blood, but most of us aren't that good, I'm not that good, I'll tell you that. By working in settings that are focused on lust it makes it easier to stay alive, so that's what we do. There aren't a lot of us, we only like the talented, but we are just as scary as Viet's line, they have a similar area, but for fear,"</span> she said, looking at the ground, suddenly very interested in a puddle.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
She backed away, and his libido calmed. That explained a lot. More than a lot. it meant that his emotions towards her where just the effects of her bloodline, not love. <span style='color:green'>"interesting. You mean I can eventually control peoples need for sex? That explains working in the sex trade. But i think you'd do well to shut up about Viet. I don't care if he's the messiah i'm not gunna take abuse from that guy if he tries anything. Not to mention every time you speak of him its almost as if the worlds gone cold to you...I hate watching you like that."</span> He walked over to her and put his finger under her chin and made her look up into his seemingly endless yellow eyes. <span style='color:green'>"I owe you everything i have now, that much is certain, but I would gladly give more just to see you smile.</span> He was tempted to duct tape his mouth shut. Where had those words come from? What the hell was that? It was as if his body acted on its own! Was he going barking mad? This wasn't lust it was concern for her well being... He continued to look her dead in the eye, but took his finger away. <span style='color:green'>"Perhaps its best if we just went back to your flat for now, I think i can survive another night with my lust unsatisfied."</span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:purple'>"You're being kind,"</span> she said, confused, she still had an urge to torture him, strangle him with need, yet, he was being kind. How strange. At the suggestion of going back to her flat she nodded, it was as good an idea as she'd ever heard. She pushed herself up off the wall, either forcing Medivh to hold his ground, or take a step back. <span style='color:purple'>"Care for another trip in the air?</span> she asked.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<span style='color:green'>"i'd love one,"</span>he smiled softly, remembering his previous flight the night before. <span style='color:green'>"if you'd like you can have the first shower too, i think you've got some ash on you."</span> Somehow the air was more intoxicating than wine. the wind beneath him made his worries feel like nothing. But where were these words coming from. Seeing her upset, just seemed to produce these words of comfort and solace. Perhaps it was what he feared. When they reached the flat it was the polar opposite of the night before. He stripped and threw his ash covered clothes in the washing machine before entering, and stayed on the tile to not dirty the couch or carpet. He gestured once for Leah to take her turn in the shower and leaned gently against the wall pondering to himself. What was going on with him?
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah entered the appartment, and found Medivh's behavior more than odd. It was unsettling, she hadn't known him for very long, but she was almost positive that this wasn't normal for him. She shrugged it off and turned on the shower, changing the water back to ice cold, she hadn't taken a hot shower in years, and wasn't about to become accustomed to the luxury. She shampooed her hair and then set herself to scrubbing the ash out. It was like sand, only finer, just noticeable enough to be very annoying once it got wet, but not large enough so it could be easily cleaned out. Almost twenty minutes later she was satisfied, she turned off the water and stepped out, drying herself off and wrapping the towel around herself. <span style='color:purple'>"Shower's all yours,"</span> she called, padding to her room. She stood in front of the closet once more, once again settling on something rather unfabulous. A white fitted tee-shirt and a pair of black cotton shorts. She went into the kitchenette and pulled out another bottle of blood, just having a sip to take the edge off, before putting it back.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<span style='color:green'>"thank you,"</span> he said in the same soft voice. He turned the shower to hot and just lay there thinking. he let the water slowly wash out all the ash, and let the drops slowly become mallets against him. He couldn't make heads or tails of this woman. did he love or hate her? He certainly had little reason to love her, but from what he'd been told love was irrational to begin with. Was it really as she said and just her ability making him crave her so badly or was it truly his emotions? he couldn't tell and the water had become to much for him to take. He hurried a little and scrubbed the ash out, not bothering to condition his hair this time. He stepped out smilling, not wanting to appear ungrateful for the hospitality. He watched her sip the blood and when she noticed him, smiled and tilted his head a little. <span style='color:green'> My clothing should be done soon do you think you could pick it up when that time comes?</span> he asked walking over to the table and seating himself <span style='color:green'>" And not to sound rude but it is still a bit early for sleeping I find, is there anything to keep us occupied till then?</span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah nodded, she could definitely get his clothes, she sort of wished that he'd find some from the other closet so he wouldn't have to keep washing his, but it really wasn't her business. <span style='color:purple'>"My, so polite, what has come over you Medivh?"</span> she asked, an edge of teasing to her voice. There wasn't a whole lot to do at her flat, there was a stereo, more music than most could listen to in their entire lifetime, a television and some movies, but that was about it. She usually only had to entertain herself or Em, so it was difficult to say that there was something to do, the was really, but it seemed as though it might be dull.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<span style='color:green'>"ah bella, I'm wondering that myself. I thought you'd be happier to see me as such. But really its no matter, I think you'll find i can be quite nice if i choose to be.</span> He stood from his seat. <span style='color:green'>" To start if you'd like you can help me choose something to wear for the remainder of the eve. I'm no good with picking things out so i guess you're help is some what required even.</span> Truth was he didn't feel like wearing his "colors" right now. Right now he just wanted to relax and be the nice side of him that no one ever really saw. He supposed given how he was to be stuck with her for the next couple nights, that perhaps he could at least befriend her. <span style='color:green'>"after that you can , if you'd like, help me try and mix together something heavily intoxicating, since the bartender seems to have failed horribly at that task.</span> he strode off to the bedroom but didn't enter it on account that it was rude to enter a womans room without her permission. <span style='color:green'>"you coming?</span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah trailed behind Medivh, slightly wary of him, she still wasn't sure how much better this gentle and polite side of him was, for all she knew it was the part of him that would let him kill someone and not feel bad. She shivered at the thought. She stepped past him, waving him in as she strode to the far closet. What fantastic luck, she might see him in something other than what he had been wearing for the last 32 hours for more than ten minutes. She stepped into the walk in closet looking around, but not actually looking at anything. <span style='color:purple'>"Pick what you like, though I don't think most of it will fit you, though you never know, some of this stuff is for one of my Were friends, that stuff might fit,"</span> she said, gesturing to a corner of the closet.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
He could sense the doubt in her. It sort of stung really. Other than the night previous, he hadn't attempted to harm her at all if he wanted to kill he'd do it flat out. didn't matter how he was feeling when he did it, he'd do it. He eyed the clothing and selected a pair of black brushed silk pyjama bottoms. <span style='color:green'>"when in the market, i suppose(meant to be a play off "when in rome")</span> He tried them on. They where comfortable to say the least, not nearly as nightmarish as the pants from hell he'd endured at the tailors. He eyed himself in the mirror. <span style='color:green'>"not bad at all. what do you think?"</span> he said checking the mirror to see if there was any hidden horror on the back of the pants he'd yet to see. The silk was soft and almost felt like wearing nothing. Despite them being only up to his ankle he liked them, and would probably later ask to keep them. He bowed graciously and hopped off to the kitchen to see what there was. if his suspicions where correct, the drink he had in mind would be a perfect pick me up for his inwardly melancholy mood.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah was about to comment on the pants, but he'd already stolen away to the kitchen. She was actually a little surprised, who had she bought clothes for that was shorter than Medivh? She was still pondering said question when she got to the kitchen. There were several bottles and jars out on the counter. She wasn't even aware that she owned that many consumables. She just watched as they were slowly blended into a drink, though she could swear Medivh was running some spell in the drink, she could almost taste it in the air. <span style='color:purple'>"I don't want a whole lot, I'm way smaller than you, and I'd kind of like to attempt at maintaining my own sobriety,"</span> she said. Just by seeing what was going into the drink she was pretty sure that a sip would knock her flat on her back, she counted 1, 2, 3, 8 bottles taken out of her liquor cabinet. Oh yes, she was going to try and only have a little of whatever Medivh was mixing, lest she pass out.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
The bottles and substances twirled through his fingers like a cheerleader with her baton. He was a wave of sheer ingenuity at this point. He would get drunk tonight if it was the last thing he did, even if he inhanced it with a little magic. He wasn't weaving a spell so much as adding spell like ingredients. But then the humanoid typhoon stopped. it was done. or was it. something was missing. something almost curcial... the answer dawned. he opened the fridge and pulled out another bottle of blood. he poured about 30% of the blood in the drink mix. now it was ready. He blended the drink some more then opened the lid and whipped out his lighter. he gave it a small light and heated the drink from underneath. Now it was complete. He pulled himself a glass full and gave her a shot glass. the rest stayed in the blender. <span style='color:green'>"it was originally a drink my grandfather produced, but i've added a little something that should give it an extra kick. this stuff is strong enough to take a rapine down, so yeah, one shot glass should be plenty for you. i call it. "blood cherry." </span> He took a bow and waited for her to try it. This was judgement.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah watched, curious, but more fascinated than anything, she had no doubt that the drink could get someone drunk, it had too many agents in it not to, but the taste, she doubted it could be good. Dubious she picked up the shot glass, tilted her head back and downed it. Normally drunkeness sort of creeped up on her, this was like being hit by a truck with it, and it made her head hurt just as bad as if she'd actually been hit. She slowly put the shot glass down, and leaned upon the counter, smashed by a wimp amount of a drink she'd never heard of? Naw. <span style='color:purple'>"You bastard,"</span> she said, grinning, her hard won neutral accent had slipped away. But ah, the wonders of being a Vampdragon, she could already feel her body eating out the toxins, and it hurt more than being hit with them had. She'd never liked getting drunk much, this only enforced it. She slowly slid down the counter until she was seated firmly on the floor, just waiting for her body to finish so she could think clearly again.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
He noticed her accent slip and he knew the drink was working. He took pride in the fact that<span style='color:green'>"if you think its strong now, just wait until the magical properties set in. They're added to specifically increase the state of inhebriation for up to two or three hours. Its magical so it works on creatures whos systems would generally detox the alcohol. I figured the blood would give it some extra flavour. </span> He took her loss of accent meant that it was time for him to slug back his drink too. He lifted his full glass and took it down in one go. The taste was only to good to him but the punch in the face effect of the alcohol was exactly as he hopped. he'd have to take another glass if he wanted to truly get pissed, but he could feel his cheeks burning red and his vision blurring a little. The pick me up was a success. <span style='color:green'>S'ho d'you think you could take another glass? or should i take the rest for me lonesome self?</span> Being drunk didn't effect his behaviour patterns all that much, though he did become quite talkative. Mostly he liked the burning feeling in his body, it warmed him and made his worries become blurred or forgotten. That was why he liked it, made for a wonderful icebreaker.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Still sitting on the floor, she looked up at Medivh, now she was pissed, she was going to feel like this for two hours? Oh god, she hoped not. She didn't let it show past her eyes, still grinning, but inside, she was thinking, nothing like a little pain to help stave off complete inebriation. She was going to get back at him somehow, she wasn't sure how yet, but in time, she would. She stood up and pushed herself up farther, so she could sit on the counter, better there than the floor. She waved the drink away, he could have it, she sure as hell didn't want it, had she been drinking something without magic to it she would have drank some clean blood, but she got the feeling that new blood wouldn't help her, that maybe it would make it hurt more. <span style='color:purple'>"Ugh,"</span> she groaned. <span style='color:purple'>"Next time you decide to let me drink with you, don't,"</span> she said leaning her head back on the cabinet behind her. She was so not enjoying this, part of what made being a Vampdragon great was that she was in control all the time, at least, that's how it was now that she was so old, it found what was making her lose control and killed it, granted she'd never tested her system on trying to kill a spell to keep her drunk...</span></div></td></tr></table> </div
<span style='color:green'>"noted and acknowledged."</span> he said, disappointed that she had not found the drink enjoyable. took another punch to the face as he downed the next glass. <span style='color:green'> Figures she'd have a week stomach</span> he thought, opening the fridge and pulling out some more blood. He began searching through his pouches for more products to counteract the spell he'd just used. Easily fixed with a drink used to give one a relaxed feeling. The woman was just fighting it which was why it was hurting her so bad. He ground a couple more herbs in his pouch and poured them into the blood. He placed the glass on the table in front of this <span style='color:green'>" here, drink this. Ishould've made surer that you didn't like to drink. My grandady was a herbalist on top of magician, sho he made learn plenty of drinks. The one i'm drinking a was used to keep people or certain animals drunk sho they's wouldn't attack us. Thish one i'm giving you should not only stop the other drink but should relaxsh the muscles too."</span> He hiccuped and then began putting the pouches away and cleaning up.
