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New Orleans By Night
By: Slick Date: March 20, 2026, 7:31 pm
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Butch’s Bar
Hole in the Wall might have been too kind for “Butch’s Bar”, off
of Burgundy Street in the French Quarter. It was off the beaten
path, past the usual tourist spots and closer to nefarious
corners. Most people stumbled into it by accident, drifting down
the alley none the wiser. They usually stayed for a drink,
usually less. If they tried to pay with card, they were run off
for wasting the bartender’s time.
The entrance rested halfway down the alley, a neon OPEN sign
casting its blinking beacon just within the alley, and the angle
of that narrow pathway, barely large enough for a cab, kept it
from being seen from the main drag of Burgundy. The bulb in the
alley was busted, casting shadows upon that entryway.
Within was a narrow strip. The door opened out and patrons were
funneled in through a foot of sturdy wood, and then opened up
with an old-school cigarette machine to the right, and an empty
bar stool for security to the left. Booths that say only 2
people lined the wall behind the cigarette machine, and maybe
five feet across was the bar lined with stools. Everything was
old and wooden; the wall decorations old and faded, rarely
anything in the past decade put up to replace it. An old box
style TV sat poached up in the corner of the bar, above the
swinging door that lead into the back, while various neon beer
signs buzzed within, providing most of the lighting.
Russ, resident ghoul and bartender of Butch’s, sat behind the
bar, going over that day’s crossword. He was old, and gaunt,
with greying bond hair pulled back in a pony tail. His hand
idled between his pen and the tallboy on the bar, wiping the
condensation on his Skynard t-shirt.
An older, fatter man in overalls sat against the wall at the end
of the bar, his head in his arms. Past him, there was barely
enough room at the back of the bar for people to play darts,
though if anyone opened one of the bathroom doors, it would
disrupt a throw.
That was “Butch’s Bar” on any given night. If there were more
than five people on any given occasion, Butch himself would have
been surprised. Of course, that had been by design. He hadn’t
wanted a swanky joint like most gangsters, a place where he
could shmooze like a politician. He just wanted a little dive, a
place not his haven to have a chat. Something tucked away from
civilization— but not too far. There was no sign that designated
this place as his — anyone that mattered knew who it belonged
to, at least in the Brujah’s eye.

Russ’s hand on the bar drifted below the bar nonchalantly while
the other tapped the crossword with his pen idly, pale hues
shifting casually over to Maya as she entered. A practiced
motion that would be glanced over by the less observant. When
she came to sit down, he was reaching back up to grab the tall
boy beer and take a swig. His disaffected gaze hid the scrutiny
over her character. The fat man grunted a sound, but did not
move. The TV was on commercial, but there was no sound. The old
style juke box was stuck on classic rock. When she ordered a
beer, Russ nodded and looked back to the crossword, taking his
time to fill out a word before writing his posture and moving
about.
A cold bottle of domestic was set down in front of her, along
with a shot glass that he poured house bourbon into. Slotting
the bottle back, both hands grabbed the bar and he shrugged, ”
Special. Beer and a shot for five.” His demeanor was very much
‘take it or leave it.’
He wiped his hand on rag sticking out of his worn blue jeans,
finishing the tall boy and crumpling it as she asked for a man.
“Who sent ya?” his immediate response as he fished a pack of
smokes out of the breast pocket of his cut off vest, lipping one
and offering the pack to her as a Bic was used to light his own.
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Cherie Date: March 20, 2026, 8:05 pm
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-Maya took one of the cigarettes from Russ, she took the bic
from him. Flicking the flint she cupped the end of the cigarette
and lit it. Blowing out the first puff she looked up at him. Her
hand motioned for him to come a little closer as she leaned into
the bar. Holding the cigarette out to the side she would lower
her voice and give him a small smile.-
“I didn’t think this was the snitching kind of place.” -she said
to him before her smile faded and that sweet funny innocent
young woman seemed to slip away for just a moment. In a split
second she sat back up.- “Also, if you must know Mr. Nosey, I
wasn’t sent, I was summoned. My presence was requested by some
mysterious party named..uhh…named..uhh.” -she held her finger up
to him as she cut herself out and pulled out a slip of paper
from her back pocket. It was crinkled and looked weather worn.
Holding it up against the light.- “Butch?” -she paused and
looked at Russ for a moment.- “That’s not nice.” -her voice was
distant and the comment was made off handedly.-
“You can think you can point me in the right direction to this
Butch?” -she glanced around quickly.- “I don’t see any women in
here..but ahhhh butch!” -she said with a laugh. Did she have any
idea who’s place she set foot in? Probably. Maya was always more
on the joking side. As annoying as she could be, she came highly
recommended for any jobs that involved stealing. She was a
human, but she was a master thief. She was also highly
protected by the Nosferatus. They had raised her since she was
a kid on the street. It wasn’t hard to employ her since there
wasn’t a job she’d really turn down. She also came cheap because
she didn’t truly know her worth, and also she was in for the
love of the game. The money helped, but that wasn’t her main
motivation.-
“What do you say and help a lady out.” -she said as she spun her
stool around, slightly kicking her feet with the cigarette
hanging out of her mouth. When the chair spun back to Russ, she
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Slick Date: March 20, 2026, 8:47 pm
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[center]If Russ was anything beyond perpetually irritated, it
didn’t show, and it seemed unlikely she’d get much response out
of him. Lord knew how many tourists he gave the same blank face
to during Mardi Gras. The man was irritated by life, and was
patiently holing onto whatever thread he had left of his nerve
and just went along with her playful demeanor, answering with
deadpan.
[I] “Snitches are welcome long as they got something worth
tellin’. Once they leave…. “[/I] Russ shrugged, letting the
forgone outcome linger in the air before pulling out another
tall boy. Cracking it open, he returned to his post and
crossword. He gestured lazily with the pencil. [I] “If Butch is
expecting’ ya, he’ll be ‘round shortly.”[/I]
Not his business, or above his pay grade, it didn’t really
matter. As if on cue, the door to the back would swing open, a
tall, middle aged man slipping out. Russ tipped his beer towards
him, as if to reference for her, while not looking away from the
crossword.
Butch looked 40s, tanned almost to the point of burnt, with
handsome but weathered features, dark blonde hair slicked back
almost in a pompadour. When he smiled at Maya, she could see at
least one gold crown. A gold necklace hung down his neck, the
black silk shirt unbuttoned to mid chest, the sleeves rolled up.
With a watch and a few rings on each hand, the gator shoes, he
gave off gangster vibes. If not someone in it, someone who was
fascinated by it. His smile was charming and roguish, like he
always knew how to turn it up for a pretty lady.
“You Maya? He asked, giving her the once over before cocking
his head towards one of the small booths, waiting for her to
sit before doing the same. He sat with his legs out, crossing
them casually at the knee while he rolled a tooth pick in his
mouth.
In the criminal underworld of humans, people knew Butch as a guy
who was connected, whose great-granddaddy was likely a
bootlegger; that he did a stint in Angola, had Dixie Mafia
connections; did jobs for the Italians. Her Nosferatu friends
likely knew he was much more influential in the underworld than
anyone else. Perhaps they hadn’t explained to her the finer
details. Like he was a kindred, and one of influence. He was
assessing her for exactly that.
“What’s the first thing you ever stole?” [/center]
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Cherie Date: March 20, 2026, 9:14 pm
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-She gave Russ a grin as he spoke about the snitches, she wasn’t
always the best at reading people and their moods. If she could
it never stopped her from just being herself. The door opening
caught her eye. As Butch walked out she turned on her chair,
putting her elbows on the bar and she watched him. Her head
tilting a little to the side. Maya had no problem checking him
out so openly. It wasn’t her fault that she was not expecting
Butch, the Butch she heard about to look like that. Her eyes
went down to his boots and took note of the. She took note of
everything.
Maya wasn’t smiling but more so having a more appreciative look
on her face, when her eyes finally tore away from either
checking him out or sizing him up the smile touched on her face.
It was bright and sunny as if she never had a bad day in her
life. Except that would be the farthest thing from the truth.
Her past was not really up for discussion as far as she was
concerned.
His voice was surprisingly smooth. She thought it sound more
like gravel. It did not. At his question he received an
affirmative nod of her head while she was smiling. Jumping off
the stool where she had been previously seated to move towards
the requested destination of the booth. That did seem more
criminal activity. When she had jumped up from the booth he’d
see that Maya was a tall young woman. Her form was lithe,
slender but she was toned and not skin and bones. She was
overall a healthy human with a very steady heartrate. The
hyperness of her was palpable but she sometimes knew when to
reign it in.
Taking a sip from her beer she put the bottle on the table and
leaned back a nostalgic smile crossed her face at his question.
She didn’t even hesitate to speak.-
“Jacob Kinnamens heart.” -she said with her whole chest and a
wistful smile.- “Though you are probably not talking about that.
The first thing I stole was a wallet. There’s no big story
there. That was the first thing I was taught to steal. Thought I
do tend to go for gold watches.” -she said as she then slid his
own watch that was on his wrist across the table to him. She did
not even seem to have gotten close enough to touch him, but this
was an audition she released and he could get angry with her for
it. That was a chance she was taking.
Butch’s reputation was not something she was ignorant on. The
nosferatus would have told her and she would have heard his name
around. There was one Nosferatu outside the bar watching. They
were always watching though. So that was nothing new. Dealing
with her seemed easy.-
“Do I pass your test or should I do some summersaults, maybe
sing? Or a swimsuit contest? I do got some killer abs.” -the way
she spoke was never with sarcasm, it was always as if she was
curious and looking for clarification.- “I’m not above cheating
for the trophy if you know what I mean.” -with that she gave him
a little wink before leaning back in the booth.-
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Slick Date: March 20, 2026, 9:55 pm
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Her brazen appraisal of him got the corner of his lips twinging,
a twinkle of knowing in his eye that likely made the confident
swagger of his movements as he casually glided through the area.
He did own the place, after all. She was pretty, and he would
boldly drink her in as well. A generous down and up, not
lingering too long. Like a professional who did enjoy smelling
the roses, if only for a moment. But after that, it was all eye
contact. They were a mesmerizing blend of green and light brown,
sometimes one shade more than the other; sometimes a blend.
Maya got Butch to grin at her joke, showing he would play along
while she went for the real answer. His lips tightened at the
sight of his watch, though the humor couldn’t quite bleed away
from his features. Annoyed, but amused. Those hazel eyes rolled,
deftly slipping the watch back on.
“You’re a pick-pocket, I’ll give ya that. Are you a cat
burglar?. Abs help I think. You wanna prove you can do a couple
a’ summersaults, knock yourself out.”
The playful curl of his lip said he was joking, not that there
was much room for gymnastics in that dive.
“Pretty, funny, talented and….trouble. If I didn’t know any
better I’d say Nacho was trying to set me up.” He winked back.
Whether he meant “with her” or “this is a set up” was left
ambiguous as he bulldozed right into business.
“I lost a necklace sometime back. Recently, I found out a rival
of mine gave it to his girlfriend. And frankly, I’m petty and
don’t want her to have it. Or him, for that matter.” if he could
have paid for it directly, he likely would have. Hiring a thief
seemed the best option.
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Cherie Date: March 20, 2026, 10:29 pm
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-Leaning in towards him, the scent of the recently smoked
cigarette and a very light perfume radiated from her.- “I’m more
then just a pick-pocket, but everyone has to start somewhere.
I’m a no more of a pick-pocket then you are an average Joe.”
-her words were steady but then her tone picked back up again as
if she was never serious in the first place.- “I’ll pass on the
summersaults, for now anyways.”
-He did get a laugh from her that was clear and rich, Maya was a
firecracker. There was no shame with her, there seemed to be no
fear in her either. Which was either really brave or really
dangerous. However, if she was brought up the Nos’ chances were
she wasn’t as innocuous as she seemed. They had likely taught
her how to navigate certain situations and how to keep her ear
to the ground. Maya did not seem to be completely level headed,
but again this was his first meeting with her. For all he knew
this could have been act, however it was to genuine to anything
but real. She might be a thief but she was no liar.
She brought her elbows up, placing them on the table. Her hands
were fisted and she rested her chin on them. She was silent for
a moment. Her eyes were locked on his. Her blue-green eyes were
looking into his. Almost as if she was memorizing all the
different colors in his eyes.- “You do have really pretty eyes.
Has anyone told you that recently?”
-Her voice was soft when she asked him that question, it was a
genuine compliment towards him. Maya was not blind to him, she
also knew that he was Kindred. It wasn’t said as information, it
was told to her as a warning as if to be on her best behavior
with him. This was not exactly her best behavior but it was the
best he was going to get. Maya had a way with people. While she
joked a lot, there was always a sincerity in her that was hard
to overlook. It was if she wanted to care about something or
anything, but life was cruel to her and yet she never stopped
smiling.-
“I wouldn’t put it past Nacho to set anyone up..in both terms of
the word. But you really think I’m pretty?” -the question was
accompanied by a wide doe eye look, with her lips parted making
her bottom lip especially pouty.- “That’s so sweet.” -her voice
was filled with reverence for the small compliment she received
from him. Even if he was being funny, she was running with that
he called her pretty. She couldn’t wait to tell Iggy.
With a clear of her throat she composed herself once again as
she listened to the request of what he wanted from her. It was
just a snatch a grab job from the sounds of it. So far it didn’t
seem to complicated. At least not for her skills. For which she
had many, she just didn’t always tell anyone all of her skills.
It was always best to keep them close her chest. Some of her
skills did include B&E, safe cracking, cat burglering..but how
she did it was just her little secret.-
“Sure. I can get the necklace back. I’m always down for a little
petty revenge. I support the right to enact vengeance upon thy
enemies!’ -with the last part she depend her voice and held a
shaking fist in the air.- “Just a few details, what’s the
necklace look like a picture is ideal but I’m really good with
descriptions. And the name of your rival. Don’t worry you won’t
scare me. Even if it’s the Prince. I’ve stolen from.hi….” -she
trailed off realizing what she was about to say.- “I’m also
trying to win some cool points with you, because for some reason
I want to impress you. I feel like, if maybe you like me you’ll
hire me again and I get to watch you walk out of that backroom
each time.”
-Maybe a filter would be good, but that was not how her brain
worked. It was connected directly to her mouth with no filter to
it. What she said should be considered as an inside thought,
however, Maya wasn’t very good at that. She said whatever came
to her mind and made her strange thoughts the problem of others
around her.- “Like that was such a badass entrance. You probably
already know how cool you are, I mean you are in alligator
boots!” -there was a slight pause and she realized she derailed
their meeting which she was told not to do.-
“Ok back to the necklace and your rival.” -she steepled her
fingers and pressed them against her pillowy lips as if she was
trying to keep her own mouth shut.-
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Slick Date: March 20, 2026, 11:53 pm
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[center]Most Underworld figures might have had less tolerance
for her unfiltered persona; too biased, or distracted by her
beauty and her flirty behavior. To him it was more of a game,
trying to discern if she was that good at being genuine or it
was legit. With a few centuries under his belt, slithering along
the underbelly, he liked to think he was adept at reading
people. Even if they were pretty women. Mortal women he wasn’t
much worried about. He’d be much more reserved around her had
she proven to be kindred.
“Oh, I’d say it’s been some time, darlin’. Thank you kindly.”
He had manners, but his accent wasn’t a NOLA native. Hard to pen
down, but there were talks about his origins. Boston, during the
civil-war. Chicago, escaping the St. valentine’s Day massacre.
Colorado and the gold rush. Maybe some of it was true. Maybe
none of it.
The Brujah in him liked her brashness. Confidence, and a
willingness to buck the status quo was a combo to gain a
Brujah’s attention. Long as she could back it up, she would keep
his attention. And though long dead, he was still a man, and it
felt good being complimented by an attractive woman.
Butch delved into the powers of the blood, his senses
heightening, listening to her heart beat, smelling her blood
beneath the perfume and smoke. The world bled away to colors,
revealing the aura of her spirit to his eyes. She was mortal, no
taint of blood. Not a ghoul. A wild soul but… truthful.
“You know you’re pretty,” he gave her a sideways glance,
playfully chiding her with facial expressions to keep the
conversation moving. She had him chuckling with “thy enemies!”,
nodding to her asking for details, getting ready to answer in
kind when she mentioned the prince. She wouldn’t quite notice
it, but he would have gone incredibly still a moment. She kept
talking, and eventually he would smile and nod.
Auspex had him amped up, and he was more than willing to flirt
back, even as the discipline’s effects wore off, the colors
starting to fade away, leaving just her natural beauty behind.
“Sadly, I do have that affect on beautiful women.” it seemed he
was incorrigible when you got him started, ” But all flirting
aside, if you wanna impress me, just deliver what you promise.
Doesn’t gotta be theatrical, no frills. You deliver, you have a
fan. And a lot more where this came from.”
Almost from thin air, he had a tight roll of cash presented to
her. Clean money, hundreds.
“Necklace is a black sapphire on a bed of rubies, with a silver
chain. Hard to miss it, believe me. The rival’s name is Franco
Castillo, real estate mogul up town. His girlfriend’s name is
Grace.. A battle axe in Versace. ”
He would reach out to her and tentatively run his fingers across
the back of her hand. Since she knew what he was, she may have
been surprised to feel he was warm to the touch. Gently, he’d
take her hand in his, as if to read her palm, before his thumb
was brushing over the pulse of her wrist, holding there until he
could feel it acutely. Those hazel eyes locked with hers then,
and the humor drained from his face.
“Maya, gorgeous… as long as you have a pulse, you pretend I do.
Don't say words like [I]Prince[/I], or… anything Nacho and his
brood might have taught you. Not around me. Not in these parts.”
He released her wrist, drawing his hand back. He could mindfuck
her from here to oblivion, and given the laws of the city, he’d
be within his rights. The Nosferatu were playing a dangerous
game. And he liked danger. So he’d let them play their game… but
by his own rules. Hear no evil, see no evil.
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Cherie Date: March 21, 2026, 10:48 am
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“I highly doubt it’s been some time. Now look who’s lying.” -she
playfully chided him. There was something natural about her.
Maya didn’t seem to play by human rules nor did she play by
vampire rules. Both were extremely dangerous to teeter and yet
she somehow managed to balance that line. How she comes off and
how she acted might seem like it was fake but this was who she
was. A child who grew up on the streets in NOLA, taken in by the
Nosferatus it seemed. It wasn’t well known but those that knew
her in his world knew that her protection was absolutely other
worldly. It was not something she ever spoke about. Even with
out their protections she would still be the same young woman
sitting across from him. Unless she was either dead or in
prison. Those were really her only two options in life. She
flirted with death and she was known for a few prison breaks.
She didn’t even try to pinpoint his accent. It didn’t matter to
her. All that really mattered was the job. There were few things
she cared about but her reputation as a thief was one of them.
She also had no idea that he was reading her. She was only a
mortal after all. There was no lycan blood in her, no witch, no
special human. Maya was a plain run of the mill human with a
good set of skills.
Playing coy for a moment, she folded her shoulders in and smiled
cutely acting shy and coy.- “I know.” -she said in an adorable
voice because she did know she was pretty, and she wasn’t
exactly shy about knowing it. She slowly relaxed her body from
the marshmallow pose.- “But it’s one thing to be pretty and then
to be called pretty from someone like you.” -this time she gave
him a different look, something beyond just innocent flirtation.
Maya was trouble.-
“Of course I’ll deliver. It’s just a necklace.” -she gave a
shrug of her shoulders because to her it was necklace to him it
was something else. But her feelings on the items didn’t matter.
It only matter if she got her hands on them. Her eyes glanced to
the money and there was no real reaction from her. She had
probably stolen that much money before but she then let out a
laugh.- “Butch, my sexy soon to be boss, you never show a thief
you are carrying. You’re lucky I have some integrity. I’m also
so confident in my skills that I don’t get paid till after I
deliver. There’s no upfront fee.”
-She then listened as he described the necklace it sounded
beautiful and something that a lover would give. It was making
sense to her. And for that she was all in. He also called her a
battleaxe and that got a hard and loud laugh from her. Oh this
was defiantly a job on a ex. She wouldn’t comment on it.
Sometimes she would, but honestly who wanted to talk about their
exes?- “Got it necklace, mogul, and a battleaxe.” -she gave him
a bit of a knowing look with that. Even with that knowledge her
demeanor never changed.
The moment he took her hand, that was the only time he might
notice there was a small uptick in her heart rate. Her hand was
putty in his. The way she was relaxed and not once did she tense
up. She allowed him to move her hand around. She had been
expecting his hand to be cold. Her eyes looked at his hand as he
was touching, her brows furrowed for just a moment in slight
confusion. He could have just fed, she thought.
Slowly she brought her eyes to look up at him under her thick
raven lashes. Her fingers lightly curled over his own hand as he
was speaking to her. Her face was blank and void of emotion. One
moment her expressions were easily readable and the next they
could be so blank one would wonder if she was even home. For a
beat she said something, but then a slow smile crept upon her
face.- “I have a cat named that. So I’m not sure what you are
referring to?” -her words were filled with a naivety that only
expression confusion.
When he took his hand back she allowed her finger tips to caress
his skin as she was wanting just one more small moment of
touching him. Maya was good. She had completely took back
control of the conversation in such a innocent way that if had
not know she was in the know of things, he might have believed
her. Maya then grabbed her beer and took a sip from it but never
once did she break eye contact with him.-
“We’re good here right? Unless there’s anything else you want to
talk about, I’m on a bit of a schedule. But I could always make
time if you keep calling me darlin?” -She still continued to
flirt, it wasn’t the seduction of Grace this was different. It
was just honesty.- “Damn, I never knew that could just..” -she
mocked having a shiver run down her body.- “You’re cute, no
strike that, you are handsome. But we’d never work out. Don’t be
get all broken up about it.” -she said as she leaned over and
running her hand under his chin. Obviously she was joking by her
light hearted tone and she started to slide herself out of the
booth.- “I’ll leave it on the table for when you’re not paying
me. I’m a thief not a prostitute. I don’t look down that though.
I have met some wonderful prostitutes. There was this one named
Jerry. The women loooooved Jerry. He’s gay, but for the pay
he’ll straight up suck the clit right off you! Well…from what I
hear. I never had sex with him. “ -she was a talker but
sometimes she was strange. It was a stream of thoughts that left
her when she was comfortable and it was worse when she was
uncomfortable.-
“Anyway.” -she said as she tapped the imaginary watch on her
wrist, in that universal way to let him know they should be
wrapping up. She really didn’t have anything else to do today.
She was just wanting to make herself seem busy as if she had a
lot to do. Mostly she just wanted to go to the store and get
some Fruity Pebbles and that was her big planned day. Also she
had some leg work to do on the minor heist. This was going to be
such a piece of cake.-
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Slick Date: March 21, 2026, 12:59 pm
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[center]Mortals knowing about the Masquerade was a a breach of
its Traditions. Ghouls had to be sanctioned by the Prince; any
other human servitors were usually under the sway of a mental
discipline that made any supernatural details regarding their
dominator fuzzy at best. That didn’t mean there
weren’t exceptions, but they were almost always hidden
from the rest of the Kindred population. Butch wasn’t one
to snitch, and he wasn’t above bending the Traditions of
the Masquerade. Ignatius had potentially showed his hand in
clumsily choosing Maya for this particular ask, or he was
testing Butch. Or testing Maya. The Primogen couldn’t
quite say, but he would have to thank the Sewer Rat for
introducing a little anarchy to the party.
Aside from the influx of former Sabbat Shadow-mancers, the
growing Anarch presence with Setite cults— Make that [I]
“Ministry” [/I] cults — funding their power
plays, and the NOPD forming a vampire hunting unit, things had
been rather dull.
Even with all that going on, he wanted to rip off his ex and her
boyfriend. She may have been right, but he wouldn’t admit
it, not initially. But he was excited to use her specifically as
a monkey wrench into their unlives.
“You expect people to skim in this line of work.
It’s when people get greedy that examples have to be made.
Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” [b]
Her confidence kept his grin tugging wider, the light glinting
off that gold tooth again. No fangs, though there was a
predatory edge that leaked out with the corners of his mouth
reached his glimmering eyes. A low chuckle escaped him.
[b] “Piece of cake,” he winked, though it was
obvious he didn’t quite believe her. Not that she
wasn’t skilled, but that who she was stealing from
wasn’t some “mark ass buster”.
She played along, and his demeanor softened, the levity easing
from the room. He let his eyes roam across her again before
moving to stand himself.
“No, we’re good here, [I]darlin[/I]. Go ask Nacho
whatever questions you have about the lovebirds, then get me my
necklace. Then you can come get paid, and once business is
concluded, we can try pleasure.”
He was close, aftershave and cologne lingering on him as he
looked down at her, his hand trailing across her arm once more.
Then he stepped back and held up her phone, handing it back to
her.
“And don’t bring this next time.”
He started towards the back, stopping and pulling something out
of the back pocket of his black slacks, turning and tossing a
ring she’d had. She wasn’t the only one with quick
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Cherie Date: March 21, 2026, 3:36 pm
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-She had stood up when he did, but he had gotten close to her.
She didn’t lean back but stayed her ground. As she was to do.
When her phone was presented to her only a smile crossed over
her face. It was as if she found him to be utter adorable like a
puppy. She took the phone and held it to her chest. The phone
didn’t surprise her but what did surprise her was the ring she
caught. Though one would think she might be angry or mad.
Instead she looked incredibly happy about it and also she looked
at her finger a few times to see the ring missing.-
“Ohhhhh you!” -she said as if she was going to curse him out in
a joking fashion but the moment he turned his back to her he
could hear her coming up behind him quick, but not threatening.
He’d feel her shove the phone into the back pocket of his jeans.
She was still behind him but her mouth was close to his ear.-
“That’s for you.” -she whispered and he voice had a deeper
sultry tone rather then the bubbly voice she had since she first
walked into the bar.
Maya took a few steps back from him, if he turned around or was
watching her. The young woman took another phone out, her hand
grabbed the crew neck of her crop top pulling it out and she
positioned her phone over it taking a picture down her shirt. A
second later the phone in hand dinged. Now it was her turn to
give him a wink and walk out with a toss of her messy straight
bed head hair. The door closed behind her leaving that heavy
feeling in the bar. As if the bar itself missed her presence the
moment it was robbed of it. That was the most dangerous gift of
all.
If he hadn’t realized it when he first met her, he might now
that something was wrong. Someone was playing a very dangerous
game. The thick of it hung in the air. It was palpable. The air
clung to the clothing and created a lingering feeling of dread.
A simple thief, a necklace, an ex, and a bar owner with power.
And the Nosferatu’s might be hedging their bets with something.
They knew something. Didn’t they always?
4 Days-No Contact-The Return
Butch’s Bar
-It had been four days past since he gave the thief the job. The
air still stirred with something unpleasant, something big. An
unknown force felt like it creeping into the very roots of the
earth below. Nothing was as it seemed. The others felt it too.
They felt something shifting in world around them. Power being
moved to and fro. The wind held a crackling to it. The fear
that it could spark was looming.
The door to the otherwise stale smelling bar was opened and in
walked the tall, lithe woman. This time she was not dressed as
casual when she first entered into the bar. Tonight she was
wearing a light blue halter flowing dress, she on a pair of
little heels and jewelry. She had on a dainty gold necklace,
earrings along with rings and bracelets. She looked dressed up
for something.
Her hair, while curled and styled, still presented with that bed
head look. It was either she had taken nap prior after she got
ready or she did this on purpose. The thing about the hair could
have two effects, one perhaps the person did think she napped a
lot or two it could elicit the feeling of wanting to create that
bed head for her. It gave the thought of messing up her hair in
a sexual manner.
She gave Russ the happiest of waves and the brightest smile even
if the man completely ignored her.- “Hiii!” -she said to him in
a slightly higher pitch tone as if one was speaking to their
most beloved pet.- “I’m just gonna go see Big Man.” -she said
pointing at Butch’s door. She walked over to it and put her hand
on the knob ready to just walk in. She hesitated though. Pulling
her hand back she knocked on the door.-
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