Midnight Mayhem [closed]

[Azraeth]

The Handle Bar, in 45 minutes.

He had been there once, and it had been nice enough. Not exactly his scene, but he had read on CrowNet that it had just opened. Being a vampire-run business, he’d wanted to show up and give a little bit of support. But Az was a bit of an odd duck for the vampiric community – you see, he did not cultivate enemies in the way so many seemed to enjoy. His primary goal was to see the flourishing of his people, not just the Dragomir nor just one path. He promoted unification with the fervor of a religious man, even if he hadn’t touched a holy text in years. That stance had taken him, for the most part, out of the same world he attempted to promote.

Going back would hopefully prove fun, especially with new faces and some old friends there.

When he got the text, he smiled to the screen and shot off one of his own to Nikolae specifically detailing the exact location and time. Something told Az that if he were to actually summon his sire, it wouldn’t go well. The older Dragomir could be touchy about that sort of thing – always had been, really. Azraeth assumed it had something to do with being forced to give up control. Or maybe it was the disorientation of being pulled from one location to another. The Mystic couldn’t honestly have said, but he felt he was better off safe than sorry. Besides, it would grant Nikolae the chance to back out if the Handle Bar turned out to be a place that didn’t pique his curiosity.

He didn’t get a response back from Kynan, so Az made the assumption the Dragon Hound was up to no good doing something else. No matter the case, Raeth didn’t feel comfortable summoning anyone without their prior consent, so he simply texted the man the location and time of the meeting. If the newly turned Welshman wanted to show up, he had the opportunity to do so.

After his phone went dark, he stuffed it into his jacket. He’d already strapped his ceremonial dagger into place so that it laid against his ribs under his shirt. Concealed, he could grab it if need be, though he didn’t really use it as a weapon so much as a device to help him summon spirits or things of that nature. He decided to walk there, because the bar was really only a short distance from his apartment. Once here, he ducked into an alleyway. He made sure to select a dark corner, and then he drew Andrew to him from across space. As if he were folding the entire world to make them stand side by side. Bearing in mind it was likely Andreas’s first such trip, he grabbed the man’s wrist, and gave a tug towards the building.

“Sorry for how abrupt that is.” He commented, a he glanced side-long towards his progeny.

The parking lot had a few motorcycles in it, and when Az pushed his way through the door, he almost immediately caught sight of Prudence, easy as she was to spot, and there was a blond with her, one he recognized from the team raid the group had won. The conversation with Lorelai had been a brief one, but according to Pru – Az had managed to come across as ‘stuffy’. Which honestly didn’t surprise him, he tended to be on the fussy side with people, and few knew him for more than the persona he intentionally wore in public. He was comfortable in helping anyone, but he didn’t open up easily to new acquaintances.

Maybe that was an unfair or hypocritical dichotomy, but it didn’t change how the past had shaped him.

So he waved to the women and…DEAR GOD THAT GUY WAS HUGE.

Az hadn’t seen Mordechai at first, and then he wondered how he hadn’t seen Mordechai first. The guy was built like a brick house and tall. Azraeth’s own twin brother was a killer, and he would have laid down all of his cash right at that moment he was looking at another of the men who walked that particular path. Of course, he had no clue who the guy was, but he took it to be someone Prudence knew. He made his way over to the grouping with a little wave of his hand. “Evening, folks. I may have a couple more people coming, but this is Andreas. He calls himself Andrew, but I’m pretty sure that’s wrong.” He introduced. And then recalled that not everyone knew him.

“Oh, and I’m Azraeth, for those who I’ve not met yet.”

[Nikolae]

Nikolae eyed the text as soon as his phone buzzed. He had one hand deftly pinning an unknown male against the outer wall of a cafe, hidden safely in the shadows of a dark alley. Humans; would they ever learn? The man was still breathing, albeit labored, and his eyes were glazed over whether from fright or blood loss. Nikolae's fangs were slow to recede, golden slitted eyes all but casting light on his victim of the night. He'd been a glutton tonight, admittedly. The blood was warming not only his belly but his extremities as his body worked to process and put every drop to good use. His lips were stained red, and his face had the flush of that same blood warming them from the inside out. Shame he didn't have a mirror to make sure he hadn't dribbled any stray drops.

The Dragon let the man slide slowly to the ground - no need to injure him after he'd provided such a fine meal. He turned away then, giving the text from his first-borne more attention. A dark brow lifted curiously at the instructions, and he racked his brain for any knowledge of the bar he was supposed to attend. He didn't know it from any other joint, nor did he have any clue why Raeth would want to go to the place. His jaw ticked, debating whether to arrive or not. Ultimately he was already moving down the street with the otherworldly grace of a predator. His phone was tucked back into his pocket as he traveled the streets more easily than he once had. The damned city grid never did make any sense to him.

Nikolae pushed into the bar, giving the odd assortment of vehicles outside a grimace just before he stepped inside. His gaze landed on his first borne just as the man finished his introductions. A small smile tugged at his lips as he listened to the mans speech, barely biting back a chuckle at the abruptness and general disregard for pleasantries. Nikolae stepped away from the door enough to not be blocking it and took a moment to survey Raeth's newest addition. He remained silent as he peered at the young man, his own hands still stuffed into the warmth of his pockets.

"Nikolae. Dragomir." He finally spoke, passing his gaze around the place and not entirely sure who he was meant to be saying hello to. There were a couple semi-familiar faces there for sure, but it had been so long since he'd bothered speaking to anyone save his tiny inner circle that he wasn't really sure who was friend or foe anymore.

[Prudence]

The first person she noticed was Lori. A hand shot up in the air, even though the woman was making her way over to Prudence. Pru wasn't one of those women, but Lori needed help in the wardrobe department. Everything with her was...safe. That was the word that came to mind when Prudence saw the woman.

"Uhhh, thanks?" Prudence didn't think she looked pretty. Practical, maybe, but pretty? Not really. Wasn't a compliment like that saved for girls who wore dresses and stuff like that? Prudence ran a hand through her hair as she laughed and rolled off the compliment after Lori hugged her. The woman smelling her went unnoticed, because it honestly wasn't even an idea that Lori might smell her when she arrived. A chair was slid out from the table with one of her feet, as eyes moved around the bar, until they rested on the chair she offered Lori. "Sit down. Stay a while." Her eyes moved from her mini and the chair, when she heard Mordie in her head, her eyes slanting into a small narrow as she tired to look for the guy. She grabbed out her phone and shot him a text. Down, boy. It's just a meet and greet. Brought the new mini-Lori for ya and Kennedy to meet. The redhead sent the text to his phone, as she spotted Kennedy coming in through the door in an outfit that was probably less practical than the one Lori was wearing. She groaned as Prudence waved Kennedy down to her table. Regardless of what they were all wearing and how many looks they were getting, a smile fell on her face.

Her blue pupils landed on him the second Azraeth entered the Handle Bar. The smile only grew when she noticed the lack of stuffiness surrounding the guy. When he got closer to the group, Prudence sat up a little more. Her eyes didn't move from him the entire time he talked. Only when there was a little bit of silence did her eyes move and her attention shifted. "Ya know Lori. Mordie should be joining us, and Kennedy's back there." Prudence pointed to the woman in purple that had just arrived.

She was about to offer a chair to him when another arrived; Andrew. Prudence had never seen the guy, but she gave him a small wave anyways, then offered one of the many chairs to him with a wave of her fingers at them. Along with Nikolae, who she knew more so in passing than actually knowing the guy. "Hey, Nikolae." She acknowledged him by name, before returning her attention to Azraeth. Her eyes moved from his pants to his face, taking in the adjustments to his wardrobe. Obviously by the look in her eyes, Prudence thought it suited him. When she realized how much she was staring at him and how stupid she probably looked, the redhead jumped up. "I'll go get a couple of pitchers." Before anyone could object Prudence was making her way to the bar to get whatever, just so they appeared to be a group of friends passing the time with some beers.

[Mordechai]

The killer stood in the shadows, watching as the newcomers filed in. First was the odd little blonde that was always sneaking up on Pru in the transit stations...and sniffing her or touching her hair, almost like some sort of Pru groupie. As Mordechai watched from the shadows, hand on the grip of his MZ, the corner of his lips ticked up as he watched the woman hug Pru from behind...and sniff her. To be honest with himself it almost reminded him of how he so often inhaled the sweet lavender scent of his kennedy. His eyes scanned her as she moved to the seat Pru had kicked out for her, noticing that even though her dress was far from what was considered fashionable, it was a huge step up from the sixties style commune dresses she normally wore. And she had shoes on. A first as far as he could remember. Now that she was close by and not running off like usual, the killer picked up the essence of Pru on her. Pru had turned another, hopefully not another damned allurist or stripper. He had one, an allurist and an ex-stripper, she was good, but the other two Pru had sired often made him seriously consider genocide.

The next one through the door made his muscles tighten as he instantly became more alert, it was his kennedy. What the hell was she doing here? Even though her fighting skills had vastly improved, neither Pru nor he had ever brought her in when violence was expected. He couldn't afford to be distracted and worried. That female waltzing in the door in the violet dress, caused him more fear than any monster he met on the hunt, or vampire that he battled in the city. She was the light to the darkness that dwelt within him. To lose her was unconscionable, and a shudder wracked his massive frame as he thought about it. Without thinking his free hand slipped inside the jacket to gently stroke the soft fur of the pup in his inside pocket. "Definitely got to get you some kevlar..." he whispered to the pup. Mordechai started to reach out mentally to his beloved, but before he could speak, and incoming text from Pru caught his attention. Finally, targets. His read the text with his mind as he watched two men enter, one he knew vaguely, from long ago, the other was a stranger.

What. The. ****. A get together... meet and greet... The first text she had sent contained nothing that alluded to that. His grip lessened on the MZ as he watched the two approach the table. Azraeth, that was the name, one of the top of the Dragomir clan. He had disappeared for awhile but now was back. Just last week Mordechai had met up with him, and passed him a few things for doing rituals. His easy going attitude, belied his experience, as so far he was the only one that had noticed Mordechai in the shadows. The male with him looked newly turned, a fledgling in vamp speak. How many were coming to this 'meet and greet'? Stepping from the shadows Mordechai slipped his hand from inside the duster he stretched to his full size, preparing for the onslaught of female body parts that always happened when his kennedy saw him. Taking a step closer a true grin broke out as his kennedy came charging towards him, her heels clicking on the floor. His arms opened as he turned slightly, catching the leaping allurist in his arms, and protecting the pup in his coat at the same time. Leaning his head down he inhaled deeply the sweet scent of lavender, in a move surprisingly similar to the one that Lorelai had done to Pru just moments ago.

Moving closer to the table his head snapped back as once more the door opened. This one he knew, they had met in council meetings, before the newcomer in question had disappeared from public life. Nikolae. Nikolae Dragomir. A curt, but not impolite nod to the shadow that led the Dragomir, and nominally the Worthingtons showed the necessary respect due one in that position, then once more Mordechai slid closer to the table. Choosing a chair with a view of the door and the bar, the massive killer settled easily into the seat with his kennedy in his lap. Slipping one hand into his duster, he slipped out the puppy, setting in it kennedy's lap. "The ... costume ... is in a pannier on the Judge." He whispered into his love's ear. Turning to the gathering in general, his low voice rumbled as he growled out his name, with a nodded greeting "Mordechai"

With out turning his head, the killer sent a small blast of static into Pru's mind, then spoke "Your invites .... need work"

[Lorelai]

Lorelai was still heady from the scent of her sire as the seat was offered to her. The manner in which prudence did it was entirely new to Lorelai and yet she barely noticed as she practically flopped down into the seat, her eyes on Pru and only Pru. Had she not been so lost in the woman, she might have heard the other's approach, but the truth was, she was too distracted by the calming energy that emanated from Pru. Pru was like her own personal safe haven. Her mind was only really at rest when she was nearby. The entities that bothered her faded into the distance as they did when she was a shivering bundle of nerves curled up on the floor. The signals about her lessened too, or at the very least they became less intrusive. She could reach out and pluck the chords if she wanted too and she didn't feel in the least bit overwhelmed by them.

See. She's not all bad.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Fine. Be like that. I'll be here when you're ready to face reality.
Hahaha. Yes. Reality.

Lorelai fidgeted in her seat, pulling the cardigan around tighter around her t-shirt. She wasn't socially phobic but it was possible that she came across that way in that moment due to the way in which she sat and the fact that she remained quiet as mouse when everyone began to introduce themselves. Azraeth was familiar to her but the other two were complete strangers. The largest of the three would have been intimidating perhaps if his sheer size wasn't just so intriguing to her. He pulled her focus for a few moments before her eyes settled back on Prudence.

The way in which Pru had looked at Azraeth, brief as it was, didn't go unnoticed by Lorelai. There was a spark of something there and the blonde didn't know what to make of it. She wasn't interested in Prudence, at least that's what she told herself and yet still, she didn't like the way that look made her feel.

She's straight you know.
Huh? What does that have to do with anything?
What are you, an ostrich? Are you just going to bury your head in the sand every time you want to ignore the blatantly obvious. You like her.
I do not. I do. But I don't. Not like that. She's pretty awful. Awesome. No I don't mean that. That isn't my word. That's yours.
Nope. Sorry. Whatever issues you have with her. It's not my doing.
Liar.

When Pru jumped up and went to the bar, Lorelai looked practically panicked stricken. She was perfectly capable of holding a conversation with a stranger, several strangers in fact, or at least she had been when she was human but now, without Prudence beside her she felt the madness creeping back in. She shrunk down in her seat, her arms tight across her chest, her hands tightening around her arms.

You could have offered to help her Lorelai.
I don't want to.
Now who's lying?

Lorelai forced herself to look to the men gathered about the table; a forced gesture in an attempt to be polite when all she wanted to do was run away and find Pru. Helping people was what Lorelai did. Had anyone else offered to go and get drinks, Lorelai would have jumped at the chance to help them and yet here she was seemingly sulking like a child. The blonde wasn't upset or angry however, she was simply waiting for her sire to return, so that her sanity could be restored.

[Andrew Belanger (DELETED 5843)]

Nothing, absolutely nothing had prepared Andrew for the trip that was a summons, which was saying something, considering everything that had happened in the span of a few weeks. Time and space had parted to make way for him in an incredible way, sending his head spinning and more than a touch of terror to grip at his once-beating heart. Az hadn't replied to the text, but given the amount of time that passed between his request and the stomach-churning disorientation that brought him straight to the man's side, he had to have seen Andrew's own. And for that reason alone, a slight initial sense of irritation washed over the young progeny that he hadn't been warned. But it soon gave way to the rush of excitement over what had amounted to an incredible ride, much the same as any kid's first roller coaster ride, maybe, and an easy smile crossed his lips soon enough.

But the younger vampire found himself blinking as he shook his head to clear the confused haze that hadn't dissipated as quickly as he'd thought it would, and drew in a sharp, deep breath as his sire's steadying hand helped him keep his balance. This, before he had even thought to take another step, as he was being tugged into the bar he'd seen and flirted with visiting before, but never had. Somehow, he managed to keep his feet moving, to stay upright in a not-too-terribly embarrassing way. "Coulda warned me, man," he ribbed quietly, that smile turning into a slow grin to show he wasn't that irritated after all. If anything, he was kind of relieved to be out and away from the habitual watching of his family; it was becoming something of a new obsession and even he knew it would be good for him to get out and get to know more of his new kind.

And so he allowed Az to lead him in and toward the small group loosely ringed about a stunning redhead. He never was much good in crowds, the discomfort already traipsing down the introverted man's spine, but he would do his best even when Az tried to introduce him as 'Andreas.' He repressed shooting the man a look and instead let that easy sort of smile stay put, even knowing that the new name Az had bestowed upon him had felt like something secret, sacred... gifted the night he was turned and not meant for others. A large guy loomed, as well as a pretty blonde who looked way too uncomfortable to be having any sort of fun, and before he knew it, another male had joined them as introductions were made. His gaze moved sharply to the new guy - a Dragomir, and therefore family though he was hard pressed to know just where the man fit in the family tree.

"Nice to meet everyone," he said quietly, raising a hand in a half-wave before he took a seat he soon realized was somewhat close beside the blonde, who looked like she wanted to jump out of there as soon as was politely possible. If her discomfort was any match for his own - masked over though it was - he definitely felt for her. He cleared his throat slightly, unsure of what else to be doing besides mingling, with his quirky sire surely knowing more people there than he certainly did. A sneaking suspicion was present that he'd likely end up doing most of his own mingling beyond the initial niceties.

"Hi," he finally offered the girl, after a slightly awkward pause, with what he hoped was a warm smile and a bit of a raised brow. "So this is a vampire gathering, huh?"

[Azraeth]

Azraeth never had been good at easing people into things. He might have grown into something of a social butterfly when he had been turned, but when he had been a human, he'd been something of an introvert. Learning the skills that were necessary to build friendships had taken him a long time, and he occasionally came across more detached or cold than he really was. He usually had to double his efforts to get across the same amount of compassion that most people considered normal. Point in case, he didn't much see the point of warnings for things like summons. Sink or swim was the best way to learn when one drank blood to live. He glanced towards Andrew as the man spoke and had to catch his lower lip between his teeth so he didn't chuckle. "Remind me of that when you begin to learn about Fadewalking. I'll go with you the first time so you don't lose it all over the Shadow Realm."

His voice was soft and the tone spoke of concern. He recalled that Andrew had related to him a fear of death when they had first met. Az wanted to show him just how limited death’s grip truly was on their kind, but that was something that would take time and patience.

When they finally found the group, he could almost feel some of the other man’s unease. Or maybe Az just assumed it was there because of his own past experiences. Either way, he let his hand slip towards Andrew’s, so he could squeeze a palm lightly; it was a physical reminder that he was there. He offered comfort in that touch because he knew just how intimidating it could all be, walking into a new life with new people and new experiences. It could be exhilarating and frightening all at once. That was the role sires played – a bridge between the old world and the new. They were not parents – far from it, but it was impossible to deny the bond that existed there. Blood, soul, and mind.

Az would never let Andreas feel like he was alone. Not unless that was truly what he wanted.

He took a seat just a couple of moments later after offering a nod of greeting to Prudence and then Lore. They were a big enough group they could easily claim their own table and little section of the bar, and it was as Prudence was just pointing her out that Az caught sight of Kennedy. Pru had mentioned that she went by that now, but he still knew her as… “DD!” He called out, unable to stay in his seat. He slid up to stand so that he could make his way over and offer her a hug. “It’s been ages.” Of course, chances were she wouldn’t have recognized him unless her red haired sire had mentioned who Raeth used to be. It didn’t stop him from being relieved she was okay. The last time he’d heard anything about her, she had been having something of a rough time.

It was as he pulled away from the brief embrace that Nikolae joined them. Left to his own devices, he would have offered his sire the same hug, but he knew that Niko was not a fan of public displays of affection. Instead, he moved to lay a hand on the elder Dragomir’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “Sire.” He said deferentially. His head tipped respectfully. Rarely did Az feel the need to illustrate the bond that he and Nikolae shared, but it was important for him to do so in front of Andrew. You see, there was a reverence there. Some people worshipped gods or money, but the Mystic worshipped his family. His lineage. A big part of that for him was showing respect to the man that had turned him. “I don’t think you’ve met Andrew yet?” He asked as he motioned towards his progeny with one hand.

Only as Prudence got up to go get drinks did Az return to his seat, which happened to be on one side of his childer – though he did gesture for Nikolae to sit on his opposite side. They made quite the impression he imagined. Three men with dark features and pale flesh. Of course his gaze was drawn after Pru as she fled the table. He knew exactly what it was, a ruse of sorts. They were amongst humans, and had to give the impression that they were human. It had been a habit he had picked up years before – buying a drink when he went to a bar, so that hunters would overlook him in favor of someone more conspicuous.

Which was probably a huge part of why he adored Prudence as much as he did. The two of them did not think at all alike, but they always got to the same place. It was the oddest thing in creation, but Az loved it. So his gaze lingered on her even as Mordechai joined the group. The way the hulking figure acted around Kennedy forced a smile onto Raeth’s lips. He loved seeing things like that. Love. He loved it especially for people that he cared about, and DD certainly fell into that category. The Mystic was still trying to think of a good way of paying the Killer back for the kindness he had shown in supplying him with ritual ingredients. No. No payment had been asked for, but Az hated feeling like he was getting something for nothing.

An opportunity would surely present itself eventually. “Hey, Mordie.” Hopefully the man would not be offended by his using a nickname despite their relative lack of familiarity.

He leaned towards the table so that he could glance to the woman on the other side of Andrew. She looked a little bit like she was trying to shrink into her chair. Was she not comfortable with public settings? “It’s good to see you again, Lore. How have you been since we finished looting that building?” He didn’t know her all that well and wanted to fix that. Though there was one final matter to be resolved. “Andreas, this is Nikolae. He’s the head of our bloodline. I think the two of you will get along wonderfully.” And then he observed. How would Andrew represent him, not only to the vampiric public, but also to his own blood? It was one of the most important tests that a sire could give to their childer. Az felt, in his bones, that the Necromancer would do him proud.

[Kennedy]

The bar wasn't as full as Kennedy had expected when she arrived but she was grateful for this as it was easy to point out the group that she was meeting. Looking around, she realized that she was far to over dressed for the occasion but she didn't mind. Waving over to Pru as her honey eyes locked upon the red head, smiling as she made her way towards the woman that had become her second sire. A gentle and polite nod was given to the blond next to Pru. Kennedy wasn't sure who she was but she had seen her around in the caves with Pru, even used those sparkly shields on her from time to time. Carefully her eyes looked over each person in the room but she didn't know any of them except Pru.

Suddenly her attention was pulled back to the group that was surrounding Pru when a man called out to her, using the nickname that only family had known but he didn't look familiar to her. As he made his way over to her and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle yet loving hug, she played the part as to knowing who he was as his words were spoken on a friendly and familiar level. Did she know him and just couldn't remember or was he a subject to many stories that probably floated around about her that he felt that he knew her. Hugging him happily in return as she adored hugs even though he was a stranger and spoke kindly back. "It has been ages. We should get together and catch up sometime." Her eyes looked at Pru and silently mouthed, 'What the ****? Who is this?' Smiling at him as she pulled out of the embrace to keep it friendly and not awkward especially if Mordechai arrived.

A friendly smile was given to the man that had joined them. Mordechai had arrived, at least to her knowledge as she was unaware of his hiding back who accepted her greeting, no matter how unladylike she looked as her legs wrapped around him. She snuggled into him, nuzzling into his neck before pulling back and kissing him deeply. Her attention moved back to the the group as Mordechai chose a seat, slipping her into his lap before the pup was placed in hers. Tilting her head as the dress was missing and looked back at him. Laughing as she nodded her head as he explained what happened to it. "I take it that you didn't like the dress?!" Hugging the puppy close for a moment before her hands moved along it's fur in a soothing motion. "Hiya everyone...I'm Kennedy for those that don't know me."

[Nikolae]

"Hello again, Prudence," Nikolae murmured with an easy-going smile as he took a seat while the mingling started. He didn't look uncomfortable, and even rolled his shoulders back and let one arm drape over the back of his chair to that effect. The Dragomir was nothing if not the master of his own image. He returned a respectful nod to Mordechai - a man he'd liked well enough during a time he'd seriously considered walking out of the massive bloodline he'd taken the reigns of. That thought in mind, Nikolae let his reptilian gaze linger over the figures that had apparently all been called to the bar to meet and chat. Deductions being what they were - that he recognized the spitfire and hellion that was Prudence, as well as the hulking quiet beast that was Mordechai, and that the others he didn't know seemed to have a connection to one or both of them - well, even a man who'd spent a year or two in the Shadows could figure out those at the table were of Worthington blood. Once upon a time he might've made the effort all on his own to reach out and at least say hello to each new vampire turned within the sprawling lineage. But once upon a time that lineage had actually had a snowballs chance in hell of becoming something more than a cluster of a mess. Even dragons had their limits on patience, and once upon a time he'd reached it. But it was a new year, a new time, and this particular meet and greet had required nothing more of him than to show up. That was definitely something he could get behind; no effort necessary.

One of the women he didn't recognize was staring at Prudence, and her silence in the group was telling. Telling enough that he didn't even attempt to say a word to her. Those who wanted their privacy were bound to lash out at any who tried to drag them out of their own heads, at least in his experience. The other woman was wrapped around Mordechai, and the image actually brought a half smile to Nikolae's lips. It was always good to see happiness in a city of relative misery. "Hello, Kennedy. It's a pleasure to meet you." He replied without even an attempt to extend his hand. Only partly because he was concerned Mordechai might break it - the man had always made him think of a pitbull truth be told.

That left the new dragon, and Niko let his gaze linger on the boy for a long moment. Azraeth had made two attempts already to introduce them, in his own little way. His first borne had always been all about respect, the epitome of the mother hen type - hell he'd even turned himself into a woman for a time! He regretted that so many of his other childer weren't around for Raeth to look after, he'd always seemed to enjoy it. "Hello, Andrew. Always a pleasure to see another dragon. I trust Raeth is teaching you all the best ways to tear someones throat out? I hope he hasn't been doing too much of that freaky Mystic mojo... the ghosts don't always follow him around, but he does so love that trick." He winked, sharing what he hoped the younger vampire would take as a joke, and chuckled quietly.

[Prudence]

It seemed everyone was here, at least judging by the way everyone was getting settled when Prudence ordered the beer at the bar. Some house stuff, only because she knew no one would be drinking it. At most, Kennedy would be, but even Prudence had her doubts on that. When Kennedy mouthed a couple of questions at her, all Prudence could do was roll her shoulders and hold a finger up. She wasn't going to shout across the room at her, but by the time Prudence sat down, Kennedy would know who he was.

While she waited for the three pitchers of beers, her eyes wandered over the group and took it all in. Lori was as expected-quiet, but it seemed someone was sitting by her and was trying to get her attention. Hopefully he could for a few minutes, until either Mordie or Kennedy captured it after she learned who they were and what they meant to Prudence. The redhead leaned against the bar top as she kept watching the group settle down and get comfortable, her eyes unintentionally staying focused on Azraeth as she watched how he interacted with her people. Her family. He appeared comfortable. How well did he know Kennedy and Mordie? Judging by the looks of things, pretty well. Another hole was filled. Sort of. She didn't know where he first met the two of them, but he knew them. There was no doubt about that.

"Miss?" Prudence jumped up and straightened up her posture when she realized the tender had been trying to get her attention by not only addressing her as 'Miss,' but by sliding the pitchers in her direction too. Her fingers went to her red hair as she tucked it behind her ears, a little embarrassed that her attention had been primarily focused on Azraeth and not anything else that was going on in the bar. "Sorry. Thanks." Prudence slapped a colorful twenty on the bar, followed with some less colorful singles and then smiled at the guy. "Can I get a serving tray? It's a lot to carry. Three pitchers and some cups." She held out her hand for the circular tray after asking for it, the guy giving her a nod and handing it to her. After stacking the pitchers in a circular pattern in the middle and the cups in two piles outside the heavier circle, Prudence was on her way over to the table.

She intentionally moved around by Kennedy, bending so that the two of them were at the same height as Prudence set the pitchers down on the table. "You look fancy." Prudence said as she leaned in to answer Kennedy's questions as quietly as possible. "That's Azraeth. Bia. Superbia." With the glasses following after the pitchers, Prudence leaned back a little so that she could catch a glimpse of the man she was just talking about to Kennedy, before standing and moving back over by Lori, the circular tray table still in her arms until Prudence set it down in front of her spot. She sat next to Lori, crossed her arms over the tray table and used the table and tray as a support system as she took in the group at a closer position. Never did she think she would be sitting at a table with Nikolae Dragomir. He almost seemed to have vanished from existence and became a story of sorts. Passed down from Dragomir to Dragomir. The leader of the Dragomir-but where he was and what he got up to? All of it a mystery. Still, even though he was a mystery, the biggest one that had her attention was Azraeth and with that thought her eyes bounced in his direction again. Only briefly. Gawking would just be down right rude and obvious at this angle, so Prudence covered up her staring with a question that was directed at any one of the three Dragomir. "Sorry for the short notice, guys. Hope the place wasn't too hard to find?" Finally, her eyes moved to the three men and not just the single Dragomir male that had stolen her focus for the majority of the evenng.