[color=6ecff6]Béatrix:[/color]

Trixy reached out the tendrils of her mental abilities, seeking out familiar minds. It was easy enough to find Alistair, as his emotions were all over the place. Once she found him, she picked up the pace and took to the alleyways and rooftops.

She jumped down beside Alistair, her lacey skirt fluffing out in the motion. Trixy stood up and smoothed her less-than-intimidating outfit down. It was a bit crazy how much a vampire of over 600 years could still look like nothing more than an eighteen year old girl.

Her hands found her weaponry, indicating that she was ready fight. Her eyes, however, remained anywhere but meeting Alistair’s gaze. She couldn’t look at him; She would do her job tonight, and then,

She would run...

[color=9e0b0f]Jareth:[/color]

Jar dismissed the thought with a shake of his head, it was nonsense. He managed to slide into his boxers and jeans before plopping back down into the bed, shirtless. Jar fumbled into his pockets and pulled out a pack of clove cigarettes. He lit one up and took a long drag before blowing out circles of smoke.

With a smile, he took out his phone and went to text Theo. [i]“You should see the notch I just put in bedpost, actually…”[/i] he looked back at the splintered headboard [i]“There isn’t much of one left anymore. ;)”[/i] he sent the text and got up from the bed. Still smoking, he threw on a red tank top and his leather jacket before heading back into town, hoping to brag to Theo in person.