9924/Talking clubs and killers.

Talking clubs and killers.
Date of Scene:	05 November 2019
Location:	Private Office, the Blue Lady
Synopsis:	Buffy and Thomas discuss a mysterious killer over dinner. A job offer is made.
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Buffy Summers

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Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith was doing paperwork, and had told the staff he didn't want to be disturbed. This naturally meant that Crush, the large black bouncer who stands as Sentinal to the Club's VIP lounge and his boss' office knew that by now Thomas would be looking for any excuse at all to be disturbed so he could stop. Thusly, when a familier face came in, the large man smiled to her and said. "Hey ya Ms. Summers. Go on right up, I'll let the boss know yer here."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers hadn't visited the Blue Lady in a while. Probably not since she gave Thomas a stern lecture on feeding on 'unwilling victims'. Not that she was *entire* unwilling. Not that she would admit that to him anyway. But today she was here to talk business, perhaps get some useful information out of him. Still, she didn't half mind visiting him at least partially on a social call. She nods to the big bouncer and grins, "Thanks!" climbing lightly up the stairs, knocking on his door. "Hey there, mind if I come in for a minute?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith pushes a form away from the center of his desk and gives Buffy that playful wicked smirk. "You're an Angel in human form. You can come in for all night if you want." He says with a slow roll of his neck, which gives a few pops of protest. "Have you had dinner yet? I was going to order something up... two hours ago apparently."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers chuckles and shrugs. "Thanks! I'd like to think so anyway, even if it's my ex's literal name." She yawns and stretches a bit, clearly Thomas isn't the only one having a long day. "No, I haven't had anything to eat yet, just been busy cramming for exams, I could go for a bite, but..." drawing a tired sigh, she flops down in the chair in front of him. "Actually, part of the reason I'm here is busines-related."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles a bit, "If you've done any research into the White Court, and at this point I'm certain you have, then you would know that mixing business and pleasure is almost an art form to us." He says with a playful tone, reaching up and picking up his phone. "Smash? have Didi bring up two steak dinners and a bucket of Mcanally's darks." He shakes his head slightly, "Iced Tea isn't going to cut it tonight," He stands cracking his back and gesturing her to the small conversation area. "So what can I do for you... you know, that I haven't already offered."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a curious brow at him. "Suure, you really are esaily distracted, aren't you?" she shrugs.

"Actually, you're the only white court vampire I've met..So far. But I kinda wonder if there might be other white courts that have to do with this little problem? You see..A friend of mine was recently..Seduced..By some vampires, allowing them to freely feed off of her. And there have been lots of rumours floating around of recent disappearances of people, and some sort of underground organization that most certainly had a hand in their disappearance.."

She blinks a bit at the order. Well that was quick. Buffy cant help but relax, smiling a bit more warmly, "Wow. Thanks, I guess? That's pretty generous of you. Now I feel like a big jerk asking you for a favor..I suppose there will be payment involved.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
"For dinner? Having a beautiful young woman as a dinner companion is payment enough, as for the rest.." He shrugs a bit and leans back. "It's not a White court, not if it's drinking blood. Our Vampiric designation is, for the most part, purely political. We are closer to human being that have a quasi-symbiotic relationship with a demon. That said, there are lots of kinds of what you would consider Vampires. Some can mezmerize, which is as good as seduction."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers cant help but chuckle at his flirtations, not half minding them, especially these days with Spike and Brian both who knows where? She nods at his explanation. "I know..But I wonder if they might be involved? I dunno, this girl, she was all over this vampire, even knowing that he was a vamp of some sort. It was like she totally enraptured of him. I wasn't there myself mind you. I just arrived after he threw her at a...Well a vampire friend of mine, and he apparently bit her jugular, making it look like Spike had bitten her and let her bleed out." she scratches her head in confusion. "Wow really? Are there that many. I thought there were just blood vamps and vamps like yourself." she shrugs.

Thomas Raith has posed:
"It's...complicated." He says amused, "Most vampires are Sangine. Blood Vamps as you so elegantly put them. The differences are academic, but telling. Some might be repulsed by an article of faith for instance, while another might only be affected if the weilder is a true believer. Black Courts, the one Stoker wrote his book about? Their bite will always turn their victim. You get a Scourge of black courts in a small area and they can wipe it out in less then a fortnight." he shakes his head as their food arives and he lets her choose which she wants. "Other vampires have saliva that is stronger then most narcotics. Perhaps that is what happened to your friend? She could have been literally "hooked" on this person.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers rubs her eyes. "Wow, that is pretty complicated. And I thought I had enough trouble with my blood vamp buddies. well whoever or whatever they are, they're bad news and I need to stop their little organization. I know they've been hanging out at a club, I'm just not sure which one. Oh yeah.." she pulls out a piece of paper and starts scribbling something, handing it over. It's a picture of half a heart colored in with jagged edges. "She had a tattoo like this on her hand, seen it before?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith takes the sketch and eyes it, examining it throughly. "Can I keep this? I'll show it around to my people and see if any of them have seen her." He leans back in his chair, "Well if you need any help, I'm willing, just say the word. Never let it be said that I've ever denied a beautiful woman... Well I've made a few beg, but that's a different story entirely.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers nods and grins, "Sure, I'm not the best of artists but.." she shrugs. "Yeah, who knows? Maybe they'd come in here too..Not that this is a SEEDY bar or anything.." hard to tell if she's being sarcastic or if she's serious, that smile of hers is pretty suspect though. "Thanks, I appreciate it. So far I haven't had much luck. But since the girl was attacked was a friend and classmate of mine, I'd like to avenge her death.." she yawns, stretching her hands, eyeing the clock, wondering when dinner will be ready. "So, what you been up to, lately?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
As if summoned by her thought, a blonde cigar girl with a name tag that reads Didi comes up with their plates and sets them on the table with a warm smile. "I'm going on break Mr. Raith, got a quick phone call to make." Thomas smiles, "Tell my fianceeI said hi," he instructs with grin." The woman laughs and heads out, Thomas turning to Buffy and saying "Her 4 year old has informed me in no uncertain terms she is going to marry me when she grows up."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sniffs the air, smiling slightly, "MacAnally's huh. Oh yeah, that's where I met Harry the other day. Interesting place..How'd he like the birthday present, by the way?" she smirks, wondering if he ended up even buying it or going with something else. She pauses a moment at the word 'fiance', arching a brow..Til he mentions she is four years old. "Wow..Secret crush, huh? Guess you like 'em really young."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles that wicked smile of his and says "Well I do have to respect a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it." He says and cuts into his steak. "I haven't actually spoken to McAnally recently I'm afraid. I buy about three cases of his Dark and a case of his light every month and reserve it for special customers and even specialer occasions... Having dinner with someone like you seemed special enough to me."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers hungrily cuts into her steak, wasting no time in feeding herself. "Mmm, I forgot how fully satisfying a piece of steak could be..But after a long day of studying, followed by hours of patrolling, this tastes pretty good.." she peers at him thoughtfully, "But, I thought you just fed on peoples' energy, or whatever. Can you really get full on a plate of, uh, real food, too?" she chuckles a bit at the compliment. "Well, you sure know how to make a girl blush, don't you." She's trying very hard not to blush, which is hard with someone as charming and likable as Thomas.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith laughs a little, shaking his head slightly as he takes a bite of the meat. "As the poet said, 'A man cannot live on kisses alone, but it is fun to try.'" He smirks a bit, "I am about as close to human as it is for a moster to get my dear. I eat, I drink, I sleep. If you tickle me, I laugh. Prick me and I bleed... though my blood is paler then most. At the same time, the energy I get from people... that is what fuels me. I can hold back. Starve my hunger if need be... but then if I need to draw on my hunger it wont be there.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers nods, frowning a bit as she considers that. "Huh, guess you're more human than I gave you credit for. As long as you're not my enemy, then we're good. Can't say I can say the same if I come across all of your kind though. I mean..You don't..Kill them though, right?" she smirks, "But that last time, I guess I can see why people would be coming back for more..I get that, sometimes it's nice to feel..Close to someone. Even if it ends up just being an illusion." Buffy gives a soft, almost inaudible sigh as she says that, focusing on her meal for a few moments in silence.

Thomas Raith has posed:
"I don't kill to feed, no." He says simply, taking a bit of his food. "Some do, and if you were to gut them like fish, I wouldn't shed any tears for them. In fact I've been trying for years to find a way to kill my father so that I can save my little sister. No luck on that score yet." He says this rather non-chalantly, but his knuckles turn white around his knife, as if just mentioning the man puts him in a boarderline rage. he relaxes a bit and smiles slightly. "It's like that for me allot. A series of passion filled nights, then mornings of excuses and such. Of course with normal women a monogamous relationship is out of the question for that very reason. Regular feeding can suck a person dry.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers nods, "Yeah, I think you mentionned your evil dad last time. Wow, that's some family curse though. How'd you wind up becoming a good guy, anyways? Or should I say...Mostly good guy?" she smirks, "That's gotta be tough, I'm sure a lot of women have fallen in love with a dashing man like you, hmm? You've probably broken a lot of hearts." Buffy seems to have no issues drinking beer, and she takes a long relaxed sip as she works on her meal.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a bit, "rebellion I guess?" he asks in a playful tone, looking amused at the idea. "My family runs one of the largest porn studios in the world. I sold my shares to my sisters so I could buy this place." He smirks a bit and looks a bit melancholy, "It's not quite as male fantasy as you might think. " He says shaking his head. "If I heard the 'It's not you, it's me.' or 'I never do this sort of thing, I can't believe I got that drunk." or 'It's just that my fiancee would never understand.'" he shakes his head, "But if I were to pursue something long term with a normal woman? Six months, tops before she'd be in an asylum."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers chuckles, "Guess you were the only good apple of the bunch. Oh yeah, and there's the factor of your brother..How'd that happen anyway? I mean, he's not a..Psychic vamp, he's just a wizard. " she shrugs and chuckles, taking a nother bite, washing it down with more beer. "Or is that too personal a question? I suppose we don't know each other that well yet, although you sure are a curious person." she frowns a little, "Wow, that's pretty harsh, I guess it's not always a win-win situation. It must be hard, not being able to fall in love though..I'm really sorry you have to go through that. I suppose if it was me, I'd be lucky, my healing factor would probably protect me from going mad..Hopefully. If push comes to shove."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles a bit, cutting off a bit of steak and savoring it's flavor, amusement in his eyes. "Harry and I have the same mother, but different fathers. When I was about four, she ran away. Left me with him. For a time I hated her for that. Hated Harry for it. I got over that obviously but still. Anyway She met and married Harry's father and nature took it's course. Then my father found her and..." he shrugs slightly. "I was only a child, but I understood then that you didn't leave the White king before he was through with you."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers hmmms, nodding silently as she works on her steak. "Gee, that's gotta suck. I guess I'd feel that way too, if my mom ran off with my sister and left me alone. But it's kinda nice too, isn't it? Having family out there, belonging somewhere. I mean, your dad kinda seems..Evil. Poor Harry.." she frowns a bit. "I really hope my friend Cheryl wasn't caught up in this porn studio or something. But..I kinda get the feeling it was a blood vamp, since she was turned. Still, I imagine this is the type of place that whoever they are might come around, trying to recruit more people like her..Maybe.." she smiles apologetically to him, "I mean, no offense, I'm sure this isn't a sleezy pub or anything, but I guess any open social place is a good place to meet people..All sorts of people."

Thomas Raith has posed:
"On the whole I rather doubt that it was a White court working with a Sengir Vampire. We are...political allies, but honestly we hate each other. Little insider information? A few hundred years ago, the White Court found itself with a thrall that was a very talented writer. We commissioned him to write the definitive text on how to spot, hunt, and kill what we refer to as Black Court Vampires. Fellow by the name of Bram Stoker. You may have heard of him." he smiles a bit, somehow looking mischievous as he says it. As to her comments about the Blue Lady he waves them away casually. "Buffy, do you know what my club is? I mean really is when you strip away the veneer? It's a hunting ground. I modeled it after a Speak-easy because it gives the allure that you are getting away with something illicit just by being here. That in turn lowers peoples inhibitions. People with lower inhibitions are more...pliable to do things they might not in the sober light of day. And any wolf will tell you, it's much easier when the sheep walks right into his lair."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks slowly at the realization. "Waaait, a minute..You mean THAT Bram Stoker? The famous author and creator of..Of Dracula?" she laughs, shaking her head in disbelief. "And when you say thrall..Is that like, hypnotizing or something?" that would kinda make sense in a way weird kind of way.."Yeaaah, I kinda figured that was the kind of place this is. But I was trying to be polite." she smirks, "Guess you're not a perfect saint yourself afterall..I mean, no offense or anything but..I guess you can't really help it.." she grimaces as she finishes the last of her meal. "But it's not just about you feeding, is it? It's for other people, to do whatever they want and get away with it. Is that what it's about?" her smile fades a little as she ponders that. "I hope..Blood vamps aren't allowed in here.." although Buff kinda gets the feeling they wouldn't, given how much they apparently hate each other.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith head shakes slightly, "Officially, they are only forbidden to /hunt/ in here. Unofficially, Axe would make it very clear they are not welcome. Politics." He makes an annoyed face, as if it were the most distasteful word in the world. He shakes his head slightly, a bit of a smile on his face. "When it comes to the White Court, Thrall is just a... nicer word for addict. Your not a virgin I assume. Sex is fun. It's pleasurable. Like many fun and pleasurable things it can be taken to excess. Craved. Being fed on by one of my kind would blow the best sex you've ever had so far out of the water it would be visible from space."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns slightly, nodding. "I see..Then this would be the perfect place for them to hide out, just like any other club I suppose.." she sighs, "Addict, huh..Wait, Bram Stoker was...?" she shakes her head. Too much information. Sometimes it's hard to differentiate fantasy from reality. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. I can see people getting addicted to sex. I know what you're about Thomas. We spoke about it last time. Although I disagree. Sex is an expression of love between two people. I dont think it should be abused..Although I suppose in your case, you don't really have a choice, huh. I just wish there was another way so that people didn't get hurt."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs a be "House Skavis, another White Court house feeds on fear. They will stalk and terrify their prey, sometimes for weeks and often till it drives their prey mad. Then there is House Malvoria. They feed off of Pain. Often they will torture their prey till they literally beg for death. Then they often do not even give them that. Given those choices I'll take some loveless sex." He sips his wine shaking his head. "And why does it have to be an expression of /love/ per say? Why not an expression of friendship? Of Companionship? Hell why not a simple recreational activity between two people who find each other attractive?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks slowly, "Geez..It's pretty complicated, the vampire world. Isn't it? I wish I'd actually paid attention to my Slayer's handbook. If it weren't such a big, dusty old tome, maybe I would have.." she chuckles, shaking her head as she climbs from her seat after finishing her meal, yawning and stretching. "I dunno, Thomas. For me at least, it's not something to be taken lightly. I wouldn't just sleep with anyone, I mean, friends with benefits? That's a bomb waiting to explode. But, it doesn't mean I wouldn't help a friend in need in other ways. I mean, can't you just..I dunno, hold someone, dance with them, kiss them, draw their energy that way?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith considers a bit, leaning back and swirling his wine slowly. "I want you to imagine something for me Buffy. Close your eyes, just imagine. It's 102 degrees. You've been running. Every inch of your body aches. Your tounge is swollen. your hair is plastered to your body, your clothes long past their ability to wick the sweat away. And then you come to me. And I have three vessels, each full of cool water. The first is a tall bottle, full to bursting. Just drink as much as you like. The second is a small glass, perhaps 4 ounces. Refreshing, but it will leave you wanting. Lastly is an eyedropper. Just a few drops on your tounge, leaving it more painful even for the brief moment of relief. The eyedropper is dancing and sweet kissing. The glass of water is a night of meaningless sex as you put it."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers does close her eyes briefly, trying to imagine what that's like, and shivers. "Ouch. That bites." she hugs her arms, peering at him curiously, afraid to ask what the first is, but she's a curious gal. "Sooo the first one is...What, draining someone to death? That's just so not right. There's got to be another way.." even as she says that, she knows there isn't. Not really. "That first time we met, that felt good, didn't it. But that was just an eyedropper to you, it wasn't enough. I dunno if I can help you."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith looks away, and just nods simply one time. Confirming her suspicions. "I've only gone that far once. The first time. I didn't know what I was doing. Hell I didn't even know what I was then." he shakes his head a bit more and sighs shrugging. "Yes that would have been an eyedropper although... It's hard to explain properly, and maybe not good with the metaphor we started with, but some people are better... have stronger life essences then others... You're more like...Gaterade maybe then water."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs, "Full of caffeine and..And sweet stuff, huh. Guess that's me in a nutshell." she sighs, walking around the table to face him. "I'm sorry, Thomas. If I was one of those girls, I'd probably be all over you by now, especially knowing you couldn't really kill me. But..My life's a bit more complicated than that. And I have higher morales than that too. I guess, coming from where you come from, growing up the way you do, you probably can't understand that but.." she shrugs heplessly, feeling somehow terrible that she can't save him from himself. Not really.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods and seems to understand, shrugging. "Well if you ever find yourself in a position where you find your morals comprimised and want to do something you'll regret the next day, please by all means give me a call." he says seemingly mildly amused at the idea. "I'm not picky either. I am available for lonely night, as well as revenge or rebound one night stands." His eyes twinkling slightly, though perhaps a little pain of someone who opened them selves up and laid themselves bare only to be politely, gently, but firmly rejected.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks, "Heh, there was a time I would have said 'Maybe'. Maybe even yes. I mean, you're a nice guy, painfully easy on the eyes, and if I hadn't recently got involved in another relationship, I might even take you up on your offer but.." she shrugs. Who knows how things would turn out with Brian, with their busy schedules and all? But it still doesn't sit with her right. But Buffy does want to help him. "Well, doesn't mean I can't help you in other ways, right? I've got your back. Let's just hope The Master isn't lurking around here too. I mean..Lately, he seems to be trailing me, wherever I go..Or his minions anyway. I'd hate for you to get caught up in that.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
"The Master? how cliche can you get, huh? I prefer to be called Daddy myself but that's just me." He smirks just a little bit, trying to restore some of his own good humor. "So who or what is the Master dare I ask?" he dares to ask, refilling both of their wine glasses and sending a quick text, asking casually "You do like Chocolate right?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs and shakes her head. "Daddy? Seriously? You're kidding me, right?" she shrugs, peering across the railing to the lower levels. There's so much to see here, it's hard to sit still for long. "The Master..An ancient and blood vampire who was trapped underground for hundreds of years. I..Defeated him a few years back. At least, I thought I had. But now, I keep running into..I dunno, random people, zombies? vamp minions? I dunno, they always have a message for me: The Master is returning, and he'll be ressurected because of me somehow." Buffy shivers, glancing towards her glass as he refills it. Yeah, she could use some wine after that thought. "I mean, I kicked his butt before, so it shouldn't be difficult, only this time it feels..Different. I mean, he sent a starving vampire after me..And another guy who looked like he was under a trance. Shot himself dead right after delivering me another creepy message. I kinda think if he did come back, he'd be bigger and badder than ever. I just hope I can deal with it." She grins at teh mention of chcolate. "Chocolate? I love chocolate!"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly. "Yeah the big bad supernatural one's can be like that. You kill them, then they come back in the sequal even bigger and badder. Pretty sure that's where Hollywood got the idea for their monsters." he says calmly, "So presume first of all that whatever you did the last time has a less then zero percent chance of working a second time. He's playing mind games, that could mean he's either over confidant, or nervious about his position. Either way it's an advantage for you." He smirks a little bit and a moment later Didi walks in carrying... Well on the menu it's called 'Death by chocolate'. It starts with a brownie base. Then nearly a quart of chocolate icecream scoops. That is topped with Oreo cookie crumbs, chocolate sprinkles, chocolate whipped cream, and no less then 6 cherry cordials and hot fudge. The platinum blonde sets the sundae between them and two long handled spoons before saying in a faintly southern accent. "He must really like you sugah, he'll break out 50 year old wine to impress a lady but he nevah shares his ice cream." Thomas rolls his eyes, "Didi? Get out."

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Hah, I guess they kinda do. I guess sci fi isn't that far from the truth afterall." Buffy seems only a littel bemused by that joke though, realizing that if he IS stronger, she may not be strong enough to defeat him next time. "I dunno, with all the supers around, I kinda start to realize that I'm not all that strong afterall. Heck, I met a 600 year old vamp the other day..And I thought my 300 year old ex was old. I mean, not like I'm gonna give up so easily. I'll just have to train harder..Just hope it's enough.."

After a while, Buffy settles down in her seat again, seeming a bit less restless now as she takes a long sip of the wine. When the waitress comes in, she is rather surprised at what she says, feeling her cheeks reddenning a bit.

"Umm..Really?" not that she'd be opposed to sharing a sundae cup with Thomas, but. "You..Really did this all for me? That's really..Generous. And the wine tastes incredible. I guess this job pays well, huh." Honestly, Buffy's used to drinking cheap beer. Too bad she didn't mention how easily drunk she gets!

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles a bit and shrugs, giving a slightly annoyed glare at his cousin as she retreats downstairs. Still he shrugs, "it certainly pays the bills." He says amused. He takes a large scoop of the ice cream, carefully capturing one of the chocolate covered cherries on his spoon. "To tell the truth the we just had out first quarter completely in the black. Threw a party to celebrate that put us right back in there again, but it was worth it." He says with amusement.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers chuckles, peering after the retreating girl. "She seems..Nice?" another lover of Thomas' perhaps? Glancing back at him, she grins and shrugs, "Looks like a comfy job. Maybe someday I can get a job like this. Sure would beat being a fulltime superhero. Of course joining the police force is something I'm strongly considering.." she hungrily eyes the chocolate layers of ice cream though, really quite wanting to try it. "Woow, left-overs, huh? Well, I can't say no to chocolate and wine.." Buffy does like to play with her a food abit though, twirling the spoon in the chocolate til she gets a nice scoopful, letting it melt down her mouth..Mmmm, it's been a while since she was spoiled like this.

Thomas Raith has posed:
"She's White Court. Considering that we go after completely different prey however the arrangement works for us." He tells her, then as if reading her thoughts he adds "We've never pitted our Hungers agienst each other. We both know I'd win if we did. Between fellow white Courts that's what it is. It's about strength. Domination. It's...unpleasant." he takes another bite. "Well I don't know how well being a full time superhero pays, but if you want to pick up a few shifts every so often I'd be happy to have you. Let me give the bouncers a few extra nights off." He says withe a playful smirk. "Let's see, Axe, Smash, Crush... I guess we'd call you... Hmm.. Ice. Coldly deadly.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow. "Oh yeah? So uh..Are all white court vamps, like, related or...?" she shrugs. This whole court thing is still new to her, and honestly Buff doesn't know much about White court vamps to begin with. "Huh, so you're one of their strongest, are you?" there's a twinkle in her eye, "Should I be worried?"

She considers his proposition seriously actually. Afterall, Buffy just works at some dingy diner when she's not studying at school, but. "Hmm, Ice huh. You think I'm cold hearted or something?" she grins, "I mean, not like I mind I guess, but what would I have to do, just throw out violent patrons? I guess most people arent used to a cute petite bouncer like me though. I'll bet I'd look sexier in one of those waitress uniforms though.." she winks as she sips more of her wine.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins a little bit. "I keep the boys on staff to /look/ intimidating. I'd have you here is case some actual boot needs placed to actual ass." He says grinning and and refilling her glass again. He's never actually allowed it to go all of the way empty yet. "White Court is hereditary. There are three great houses, and perhaps two dozen smaller houses. Didi is from House Levoux, which is an ally of House Raith. My father is the White King, he could kill you...suck you dry, with a touch. Or as is his preference, a kiss. Other then him, my sister Lara is the only White Court that I would be nervous to pit my Hunger agienst if I needed to." he takes another big bite of his treat and smiles a bit, "As for if you should be worried, my dear... you should be trembling in your boots."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers chuckles, "Right, because no one would be intimidated by someone looking like me...That'd be their last mistake though." she smiles and nods, "I'd be happy to work for you, it'd sure beat my current dingy waitress job, although it would be nice to do something requiring a bit more brainpower. Either way, I suppose I shouldn't be too picky. It's just a part time job afterall."

She pauses as she considers his explanation of the various white houses, biting her lip as he describes his father, the White King. "Oh yeah, is that so? Guess he's never met the Slayer before though. I'm sure I could give him a run for his money..If he ever caused trouble.." These days though, she's starting to realize that her Slayer powers arent as mighty as they used to be.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles just a bit, "Well I certainly wouldn't bet agienst you." He says with a slight smile. "hell do it soon enough and maybe there is a chance I can even save Inari." He shakes his head a bit, the name putting an entire array of emotions on his face. "I can tell you this however, my mother was powerful wizard. He could not have killed her without her using her Death curse on him. And yet he seems to have avoided it completely.