There vampire handshake was cold and firm, like to marble statues grasping each other. She wanted to inquire about Cyrus, but he seemed tight-lipped about his supposed “old friend” and also in a hurry to get back to whatever he was doing before her arrive. Trixy smiled at her successful participation in this mission and wondered idly what the boys were up to as she headed back to the door guarded by the bouncer, not before peeking around in the hallway a bit, of course.

When she exited through the door way, she shimmied by the enormous bouncer and gave him a wink “Thanks for everything, toots.” She said to him, using the same demeaning word to address him as he did to her earlier. To get her respect, you had to earn it, and he certainly hadn’t with his rudeness.

She scanned the club, noticing immediately that Carson wasn’t where she had last seen him, and neither was David. Before panicking, she used her sense to locate them off to the side in a booth. She noticed the gaggle of female vampires around them and her lip curled up a bit in… [i]jealousy[/i]? She knew that it was important to keep up the act and try not to get in a fight, but this would be a believable addition to the act. Of course an elder vampire would be upset to see her consort being toyed with by a bunch of amateur vamp sluts. It also helped that she currently had the backing of the owner of this establishment on her side. She strutted over to the table with fire under her feet. “He is not available.” Trixy growled trough a tight, fang-toothed smile, her eyes a cold, steel blue glare.