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[ The camera is on the edge of a sink, pointed up towards a mirror which leaves Carla's hands free as she slowly runs a comb through long black hair. She's in the process of getting ready, in simple black underwear. She's... an attractive woman, but a little too thin and her skin bears too much of her self-hate. There are also some very large tattoos. A serpent with its tail at her knee, wound around her leg and its head at her stomach. When she turns away from the mirror, the inked spine up her back shows. There is apparently a new piece however, wrapped in gauze around her other thigh, large judging from the amount. ]

It's my birthday.

[ She states this while pulling on a simple red dress, sleeveless with buttons up the center. The pair of dog tattoos may be obvious as she fiddles the garment closed. She cleans up well. ]

Someone needs to take me to dinner.

[ Stated without a shred of shame. She also doesn't seem particularly... excited about the prospect of a birthday dinner either. Her brown eyes never really lift to try to make eye contact with the camera. And not with herself in the mirror either. ]

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You want the surf and the turf with two desserts and wine.

[Likely. He's not sure. Well. He is sure that she seems the type to be nuts. And why he decides to talk to her is connected to not seeing much clothes. What a guy.]

[She grins.]

I don't drink, so I'll need an extra dessert.

[She has no shame about blatantly implying all takers would be rewarded with sex........ She's not good at subtlety. Or restraint.]

Fine.

[Because it really is. That would be the best kind of luck for him right now.]

Where do I pick you up and when, birthday girl?

I'll meet you at the fountain.

[The red dress will be easy to spot.]

[People and the fountain. Roman is still currently lodged at the Welcome Center. He's now got to establish himself. So far, so slow going. He has managed to obtain cigarettes though. Hah. Lucky for him he's in a decent button down.

Red does stick out in a big, big way.]

[It takes her a little longer to spot him, unfamiliar with his habits. Although he'd made is... presentation obvious enough with their conversation. Rich brat knows rich brat, although it's been a long time since Carla touched her father's money.

She examines him curiously upon his approach,]

You're a little scrawny for the Underground.

[She always flirts with insults, don't worry.]

[Insults he could take. And, oh so very briefly, the instant dismissal and underestimating really do make him feel at home. Oh and he is a rich brat. A rich brat that's down and out learning to recover a semblance of wealth in a place where the all mighty dollar may as well be lint in his pocket. He has decided he'll blow a healthy amount of money tonight with a lady he doesn't know and likely doesn't care much for him. It'll feel right at home. And everyone will have a good time.

Roman offers his arm.]

I'm enough for you. Especially where it counts.

[The lack of a wink makes it less cheesy. Maybe. Should they bother with names? She's gorgeous and wears a sense of danger like it is perfume. Unseen, but tickling the vague sense of self preservation that comes and goes for Roman.]

[Her smile is lazy, eyes dark and amused. She contemplates in the back of her mind making him regret that, but mutual condescension is fine with her, and of course he's right. He has the things she wants: interest and time and body heat. She takes his arm gently.]

I won't let anyone eat you.

[It's not a promise she makes for just anyone.]

[This will be a mutual exchange as far as he knows. A night out, a lady and a chance to not give a fuck. He flippantly misses the implications to her words and even laughs a little.]

Save that for yourself.

[To the underground they go then?]

Got a place in mind?

Yes.

[Though she may decline to mention just what he'll be eating until after it's well and truly been digested.]

Come on, and don't wander off.

[She would totally not rescue him if some vampire douchebags got hold of him or something.]

[Sounds as though it won't be sashimi or caviar.]

I have an attention span.

[And so far she's holding it. Roman is lanky and tall, but still walks with some semblance of purpose.

As far as vampires go, maybe they'll leave him be. He does have a certain something about him like an egg that hasn't been hatched. Just another upir and not even knowing it.]

[She chuckles, low.]

Congratulations.

[She flashes him a smile as she heads down into the dark with her companion in tow. She moves swiftly through the bustle of the streets, like a razor. She doesn't take him too deep, she figures she'll take her rich little boy to a nice restaurant, something more like what they were used to.

She'll gladly spend his money for him.]

How old are you?

[It's a piece of conversation once they're seated, not a sudden case of regret. Age is on her mind today.]

Thank you, thank you. There are other tricks up my sleeve.

[Casual, flippant... they haven't gone out long but his confidence is building.]

Not going to guess?

[A little cheek but he will comply. There's so much around in the underground. It's all so new to him. Her choice of establishment is kind. Maybe the only mercy he'll get.]

Seventeen.

[Seated and he was sure to order a drink before hand. Roman still believes someone will try and card him even though he's been drinking hard liquor on his own for three years.]

[He's half her age. It doesn't cause her to flinch.]

I'm turning thirty-one today.

[She doesn't look it. The wear on her isn't time, it's sorrow. It hangs around her eyes and in her voice, on her skin hidden beneath her hair and her clothes. Otherwise she looks just the way she did when she died, when she was twenty-four. ]

I assumed that wouldn't be a problem.

[But she'll let him loose if it is, his attitude is amusing enough to her that she might just want to watch his smug little mouth again.]

You don't look old.

[As if thirty one is old. It isn't. From seventeen it seems like a whole life time away.]

No problems here. If it was, I would have asked.

[If he had brains he would have asked. Roman smiles with his smug mouth and readies himself for any digs on being the baby. The second man in the Godfrey family that is above ground, he has thought of himself as a man for some time.]

[It feels old to her, she was ready to die a long time ago.]

Good.

[The waiter comes back with his drink and Carla's water. Her attention turns to putting her order in, the woman can eat, a bottomless hole of hunger. She doesn't order the entire menu, however. For what it's worth.]

How long have you been in the City?

[Not everything on the menu but quite a few things. To which he only allows himself to blink. You asked for it, Roman. He then shakes his head.]

Healthy appetite.

[She's not seven feet tall and filling a doorway but it looks like Shelley has her eating habits matched. The first drink of his wine is savored. It'll be two buck chuck after.]

A couple of weeks.

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[Not everything on the menu but quite a few things. To which he only allows himself to blink. You asked for it, Roman. He then shakes his head.]

Healthy appetite.

[She's not seven feet tall and filling a doorway but it looks like Shelley has her eating habits matched. The first drink of his wine is savored. It'll be two buck chuck after.]

A couple of weeks.

<small.[It will be a grand total of two weeks in a few days. Even though he tries to play off his status, fresh meat is right here. And we're not talking about the rare steak Roman asked for.]

You seem like you're very at home.

[She knows all about her appetite, so she says instead,]

I've been here for a couple of years.

Years? ...Is this the Bermuda Triangle?

[Years hiding. He cannot wrap his head around it. Roman tries to play it off as cool but this is the second person to say years. It's unnerving.]

Which do you prefer?

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Close enough.

[She places a napkin in her lap, fork poised and ready to attack an entree which was probably eyeballs in a spicy sauce. Diablo diablo.]

Sometimes I like it here. I've never wanted to go home.

[Not entirely true, but she resented her desperate desire to see Barbet again.]

[What does one expect dining with a stranger? Delve deeper? Leave well enough alone? These were things that should have been thought out. Roman overestimates his own abilities yet again.

His place setting is untouched. He is waiting to see what he'll be dealing with. Is a steak only a steak...?]

Must be shitty. Mine can be like that.

[The way golden cages are. Ah. The waiter won't keep them in suspense.]

Tell me.

[Blunt, pretty girl with no shame. That was the point of this, however. She wanted to be distracted from her own impossibly black thoughts. A year ago to this day, she drank a bottle of poison and let her insides fizzle. Her life and her world are the last thing she wants on her mind.]

[So she'll take his.]

The past few weeks have been crazy. There was a serial killer.

[A werewolf but are they gonna go on that tangent?]

My sister was accused of the murders and so she ran away. It's bullshit because she wouldn't hurt anyone, she kinda soaks in how people are feeling around her. And she's--[Seven feet tall, mute without her electronic voice device, and has never been out in the world on her own]...she shouldn't be alone.

[What does that have to do with you, though Roman? Why tell a stranger. Something about the way she--did they even give names?--is vacantly, expectantly looking at him.]

So there's that. My family is big in town. Everybody hates our guts for it.

[The dishes are laid before them. Roman's resembles a restaurant quality meal. Across the table it looks like a monster mash.]

So you care about your sister.

[Carla is much for familial emotion. She had been raised by nannies, who she had tormented. She had also tormented her brothers, vigorously. She had made one into a cold and angry prick--(She can't take all the credit, there is a little of their father in each of them, a seed of black.) The other had grown to be rather boring and spineless under his little sister's abuse. Of course... her mother was detested as a brainless socialite. And father was... father. Quiet and astonishingly good at accruing money and getting others to solve his problems for him (and amuse him) whether they consented or not.]

The town must have a better reason than that for hating you.

[Jealousy and hate were different emotions.]

Well yeah. It's just the two of us. Our mother hand some kind of fertility problem. We're the only two who survived.

[A fertility problem called Olivia Godfrey's own personal expectations of progeny. After her first was from a lowborn who took advantage of her fancy so long, long ago it would possibly make sense from a human perspective. As an upir, maybe that is an explanation all its own. Roman was luckily enough to be born with a caul. He may never know that Shelley was reanimated.]

People are idiots. Not my fault that the town was built up around steel mills. And it isn't my fault that biochemicals make more money.

[His silverware clatters a little as he takes them up.]

I'm kind of a dick. There's that.

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