[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Spikey]

Buford, Ashlar, Gaspare
Three vampires
The Conservatory of the Sinclair Mansion
 
"The only thing more dangerous than a mad dog that's killed someone is one that hasn't bit anyone yet.  At least with the first one, you know where you stand and what's going to happen to your hand if you try to pet it."  He took a slow pull from his pipe, watching the embers reflect in the eyes of the two vampires on the couch while the English Cavendish clouded the air between them.  "So who knows anyone willing to try and pet Melcom?"
 
"I am reminded of that other piece of wisdom concerning Dogs Mr Buford. the one about them and Englishmen." Ash smiles a winning smile. His eyes never left the bowl of the Nosferatu's pipe. "Ettienne's sources also report that the Melcom inner circle, the seven here tonight, have been seen quite frequently walking about in the midday sun. Which makes me wonder if they are the thralls or the masters. Until we know that, I'd rather tempt them out with prime rib than try to pet them. However, as my sire would tell you, I've never been one for daring do or reckless abandon."


[Tag & Dagger] 

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