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Szabina: As always, the sewers were dark, dank and full of a particular brand of its own perfume that could easily be described as noxious. Not that that had ever bothered Szabina. Since her introduction to the Order of St. James, the sewers had been a second home to her, and her turning hadn't changed that. All it changed was how she greeted the hunters roaming the sewers. She would have been happy to spar, but all they saw was a vampire, and vampires were all the same as far as they were concerned. It saddened her every time her blade slid home or her bullets made unrecognizable someone she'd met once or twice, but such was life. This was her path, assigned by God, and she would walk it until the end.

Shan: Scratching at her throat made her thirstier. She was always so damn thirsty. More, and more, she wanted more, always wanting more. It was a pain in the *** for her routine. Kill, drink, sleep, drink, shower, drink. Always drinking. She pulled the blood pack from her back pocket and uncapped it, it acting like an old bladder style canteen as she sucked it dry in a couple gulps. The blood wasnt warm. It was lacking the essentials - pheramones, adrenaline, warmth. But she had no choice as she discarded the empty bag and turned the corner, heading in the direction of Newburough. The slums were that way, and she had a certain destination in mind tonight.

Szabina: Despite her origins, most vampires let her be. She wasn't a troublemaker, and so when she head footsteps coming towards her, the woman didn't fret. Either it was a vampire - a friend - or a hunter - a now foe. Both easy enough to deal with. Her latest enemy, a brunette no older than she, lay slumped on the floor. It seemed like such a waste: handsome, fit, a God-loving man, and yet those pretty blue eyes now lay open, wide and unseeing because he'd been unable to accept peace. Bina sighed and pulled her hood up over her face as those footsteps came closer. Somehow, once the darker shadow made itself apparent, she seemed to reognize the shape. She knew this person.

Shan: The sewers were dark. Dirty, as usual. She scrunched her nose for a moment as she tried to get the smell out of her mind. Oddly enough, it wasnt the smell of the sewers though. It was the smell of the blood. She could still smell it on her lips, on her breath everytime she let some stale air out of her lungs. Another scratch at her throat, and she grumbled before shoving her hands deep into her pockets. Another smell hit her nose, and she looked up then from where she was going to the person she was coming up on. It was a hooded figure, and Shan couldnt really make out exactly who it was. She smirked though, running her nails across the pad of her thumb in her pocket, as if each one of them was itching for a movement, a flash to a weapon so Shan could react accordingly.

Shan: Every killer muscle in her body itched and rippled in anticipation of it being an enemy; someone who would try to kill her the moment they saw her for what she truly was. Her pace didnt slow as she came up on the shorter figure in front of her.

Szabina: There wasn't anything particularly distinctive about the figure from a distance, but the gait tugged at her consciousness like a word forming on the tip of the tongue, but unable to be expelled. The white robe was splattered with blood and more sinister things, but its lightness still seemed to act as a beacon in the dark. On a whim, she reached up to lower the hood - perhaps it would aid with recognition.

"Hello?" Not that she really expected a response from the darkness.

Shan: The white robe had her quizzical on who she would find underneath. Stopping, Shan stared at her as she tipped her hood back and revealed the beautiful woman beneath. Szabina. Shan knew her from Andras, and more recently from the Masquerade. The woman left off a soft hello, and Shan chuckled. "Well fancy seeing you down here. Bina, right?" She asked, her fingertips resting on her swords pommel and drumming along to nothing in particular. "What are you doing around here? Never pegged you as a sewer dweller."

Szabina: Although her silvery eyes couldn't quite pick out the figure only feet away, Szabina could indeed recogniza the voice. Shan - they'd met before and thus it could hardly be called a coincidence. Stepping over a puddle of sludge, she approached the other woman with a smile on purple painted lips. "Yes. Bina or Szabina - whichever you prefer." She had no preference. "I was... training. Yourself?" Though she was hardly surprised to find Shan down here - it seemed like her element.

Shan: Training. Ha. Shan couldnt help but look the woman up and down, though she was covered in blood, she couldnt help but think about her firing a gun or swinging a sword. It took everything she had not to utter a laugh. Her smirk surfaced though, showing pearly white fangs. "Im headed somewhere... special." Shan looked at her black and red watch attatched to her wrist, crimson hues checking the time. She still had plenty of time to make the door for ladies night... but she wasnt sure if she wanted Seraphine to leave her prey and join her there or not just yet. She surveyed Bina then, a sudden idea popping into her head. "Training needs a bit of reward, yeah?" She grinned.

Szabina: "Special?" she echoed, trying her best to ignore the predatory gleam in the woman's eyes. That boded, but she couldn't resist the temptation to find out what this special place was. Perhaps it was something she'd genuinely be interested in. "Training does deserve its rewards," she agreed, "Where are you going?" Asking to join just yet seemed premature, so she waited for an explanation, letting her hands smooth down the white fabric of her robe. Thankfully, she had clean street clothes in her bag.

Shan: Shan chuckled and rocked back on her heels, moving to cross her arms over her chest and shifting her weight to one foot, the other moving slightly out in front of her as she raised a brow. She wasnt sure she wanted to tell the woman just yet where exactly they were going. Yes, she had made up her mind that Bina would be joining her. "You got some clean clothes under that robe? Or do you go commando?" Shan inquired, starting to walk again to the southwest and indicating for Bina to follow her with a wave of her hand.

Szabina: Even though the white fabric was stained, a quick peek beneath the robe told her that the cloth beneath remained perfectly unmarred. Or if it was stained, she couldn't see it. When Shan mentioned going commando, it took her innocent mind a moment to realize what had been said. "Wh...at? Yes, of course I have clean clothing underneath." Who wouldn't? Why would that even be a question, she pondered as she plucked at the sheer material. She tagged along, but she'd wait until just before emerging from the sewers to remove the robe.

Shan: Shan snickered slightly, giving Bina a nod. "Good. Dont think you'd be able to get in wearing that." She pointed briefly, waving her pointed finger up and down at her for a moment before shoving that hand into her pocket. She looked over at Bina once more, glancing from her, to the ground, to the passageway in front of them, back to Bina as she spoke. "Took me a while to find this place actually. You know, I have a very picky taste in establishments such as these. Had to be clean. Not run down. I think I did well honestly." She admitted.

Szabina: "Establishments such as what?" she asked, clearly not following the woman's train of thought. As the exit came into view, Bina pulled the white fabric over her head. What was underneath was hardly much better, but at least it was clean. The simple white cotton shirt was paired with simple jeans, and an even simpler pair of running shoes. "Is this acceptable? Will it meet the dress code?"

Shan: Shan stopped to survey the womans clothing. She chuckled a bit, how simple the outfit was. Shan herself was wearing a button down black dress shirt, the collar popped up and the tail tucked in to reveal her black leather belt with a giant custom made belt buckle on it. Her jeans were faded washed, and they led down to cover the tops of her suade brown timberland boots that were scuff free. She made a face for a moment, clearly thinking, then without warning reached out and gave the womans shirt a wrenching tug at her collar. It split, not much, but showed a bit of the womans chest before she reached to her own and ubuttoned the top four buttons, showing plenty of cleavage. "Should be fine now." She nodded, taking the ladder first to the top of the sewers exit.

Szabina: She was satisfied that everything was as it should be and they were making progress to this special place. And then that worldview was shattered as Shan's hand came out to rip her shirt. The petite woman froze, staring at Shan in open-mouthed shock as she attemped to pinch together the fabric. Unfortunately, cotton simply refused to knit itself together. "What was that!?" it was the first outburst she'd had in a long time, but she was just so surprised as she scrambled up the ladder, seeking an explanation. "Why did you do that?" she asked again once she emerged, this time, her voice far more calm.

Shan: Shan stood there in the moonlight, staring at the manhole with her arms once again crossed over her chest as Bina emerged. She waited till she was out and above ground, kicking the cover to the entrance back over its respective hole. She shrugged at Bina. "You asked. It wasnt. Now it is." She gave her a bit of a smile (a devious one) before offering the woman her crooked arm. "Ready?"

Szabina: At least Shan was logical... logical and concise. Even though she disapproved of the ripped shirt, she couldn't quite bring herself to disagree with the woman's logic, if it were actually true. "It is?" she parroted, eyes blank as she took Shan's arm. Where in the devil was she being taken? "What is this place, again?"

Shan: Shan chuckled and rolled her shoulders, tightening her arm to pull Bina in next to her as the two women rounded the corner and came up on a line of people standing outside a building that had loud music and lots of noise coming from inside. She walked along with Bina around the line to the main entrance, walking up on the giant bodyguard standing at the door with a clipboard. He saw Shan and gave a nod, then stuck his hand out when he looked over at Bina. Shan rolled her eyes. "Its her first time, dont worry about it." She laughed, tugging Bina into the club with her. Once inside, it became clear where they were by the half naked dancer on the center of the stage using a pole to fill out her routine dance.

Szabina: Oh dear. The wall of music was bad enough, without her having to see the people dressed in pure sin lining up to get inside. Shan had been right - she definitely didn't fit in. The bouncer just made it all the more obvious. With a sigh, the petite woman resigned herself to a night of dodging sweaty, drunken bodies on the dance floor. As soon as they stepped inside, she realized it was much worse. Her eyes went wide, shocked by the nudity flashing from every corner. "Dear lord, save me," she whispered under her breath, clining to Shan's side as she tried not to stare at anything ot anyone.

Shan: Shan smiled wide, though her fangs were showing she didnt care. She had been coming here long enough, and she usually just told people who asked if they were real that she had them filed that way intentionally. Crimson eyes dashed around and lingered here and there, giving a laugh or two before noticing the death grip on her arm. Shan raised a brow and looked over, bright red hues staring at Bina. "This is my idea of a reward." Her smirk dashed her lips as she led to the two of them to a small table in the middle of the open floor that had plenty of skin and skimpy clothes to take up four playboy calendars front and back.

Szabina: "This is a house of sin," she stammered after an extended moment of silence where she didn't know whether to flee or to accept the scenery and try to blend in. "This is sin," she repeated, voice hushed and nearly drowned out by the music. "Why is it all women?" she asked, since the crowd was safer to look at than the performers. They needed to leave.

Shan: Shan chuckled to herself and shook her head, wondering for a moment if she should release Bina or not, thinking that the woman looked like she wanted to do nothing but hide. "Jesus, have you never seen tits before?" She asked rather bluntly, giving a shrug of her shoulders. "Male night is Wednesdays." She explained, pointing to the random flyers stapled to the far wall. She finally released the woman to pull a chair out for her, splaying her hand to it to indicate that she could take a seat.

Szabina: "My own," she blurted, glancing down to the torn shirt that revealed far too much for her liking. Then again, compared to absolutely everything else going on in the building, what she wore was downright conservative, torn shirt or not. As soon as Shan released her, she had the incredible urge to bolt, run for the door and never look back, but a quick glance in the direction of the exit told her that wasn't going to happen as easily as she thought. The sole exit was packed with bodies, most so scantly clothed she could hardly tell where one woman ended and the next began. No... sitting was the safer of the two options. For now. Keeping those silvery hues fixed on the tabletop, Bina took the offered seat with what she hoped was a polite smile. "Thank you. Why is male night on Wednesday's?"

Shan: She laughed a bit, shaking her head as she scooted the chair with Bina in it into the table slightly, only by a couple inches really. She left plenty of room on purpose, in case she could find an appropriate woman to induct Bina into the club of people who had recieved lap dances. She moved to her own chair then, across the small table from Bina, takind her seat and sliding down in it a little, sitting in it comfortably as she put an elbow up on the arm and rested her chin in her hand to look over at Bina with her bright crimson eyes. "Because Wednesdays arent as lucrative as is, so they try to appeal to a different audience. Switch things up, its been working actually... bringing out more and more women for a good time." She shrugged, it made sense honestly.

Szabina: And here she thought it would have been a relatively benign question. Her mouth fell open for a moment, stunned at what she thought she was hearing, but not quite believing it. "So... this is primarily a house of sin to attract female patrons by putting females on display, but on Wednesday nights they lure women by putting males on display? Or allow males in on Wednesdays...?" Yes, she was fidgetting uncomfortably in her seat, but maintaining conversation meant that she didn't have to focus on what was happening around her.

Shan: Bina was overcomplicating things, and it made Shan chuckle over at the woman. She shook her head. "You're overcomplicating it." She noticed how Bina wasnt even looking around, and Shan couldnt help but let her eyes wander the patrons. Plenty of skin for her to stare at, as she raised her brows, then looked back over at Bina. "Seems you have an admirer." She stated, looking back over at a half dressed stripper who was sitting on a lap of another patron and staring directly at Bina.

Szabina: Obviously, she hadn't noticed the woman staring at her with how busy she was counting the gouges in the tabletop. The news that she had an admirer did nothing for her - in fact, she reached back to pull a hood that wasn't there over her head, forgetting she'd removed her everpresent robe. In an attempt to recover from the strange groping at air, her hand brushed through her hair, sweeping it over her shoulders in an attempt to hide behind the dark locks. "I would rather not be admired," she informed Shan, voice petulant. Though, she knew how these establishments worked. "Even if I did, I did not bring money."

Shan: Shan grinned. She watched Bina, curious. The woman was clearly out of her element. And it only made Shan that much more proud of herself for being able to drag the woman to the establishment. She chuckled under her breath, shaking her head as she reached up and motioned for the woman to come over to them, her other hand reaching into her back pocket for her wallet that had a giant grinning flame on it that was the symbol of a large skateboarding company. "No worries, this ones on me babe." She grinned, flipping through the hundreds in her wallet to pull two out and offer them up between two fingers to the woman fast approaching suavely.

Szabina: As soon as Shan's wallet came out, Bina lifted her eyes to stare at the woman seated across from her. "Nincs," she muttered, horrified, but the bills came out anyway. There was no mistaking the crisp, brown bills for anything but hundreds. "No, no, no. Don't you d-dare, p-put that away," she stammered, reaching across the table to attempt forcibly stuffing the bills back into the wallet, but it was far too late. The woman had already reached the table, and even that soft hand on her shoulder made the former Paladin's eyes go wide with horror. "For her." Bina pointed across the table to Shan, desparate for any way out.

Shan: Shan smirked, reaching over to place the bills tucked safely under the strippers skimpy string that held what could be called a thong in place. "There ya go, paid in full." She winked at the stripper, resting back in her seat and turning her attention to the stage that had a lanky brunette dancing around suavely against the pole there. She let her eyes wash over the woman, then glance back over to Bina with that signature smirk still on her lips. Yes, it was clear Shan was enjoying this, and my god was it clear Szabina wasnt. The stripped laughed, squeezing Bina's shoulder before whispering in her ear for her to relax and that she would take care of her.

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Szabina: The look on Bina's face at the prospect of being 'taken care of' by this woman would have anyone thinking she'd threatened to slice her open and eat her alive. Bug-eyed and muted by shock, Bina could only stare in horror as the woman straddled her lap and began... She blinked. She couldn't even begin to describe what was happening, but there was motion, rolling hips, breasts so close to her face... In a word, Bina was absolutely mortified, yet she couldn't look away. The stripper was speaking to her, but all she caught was the woman's name - or stage name. "Kandy," she said, a smirk on those pretty lips. "With a K." Caught between a chair and the woman gyrating against her, Bina resorted to muttering to herself under her breath, a prayer in her native Hungarian. She had the decency to realize a stripper would hardly appreciate God's word attempting to ward her off.

Shan: Bina started to mutter in a foreign tongue, and Shan blinked over at her. "The ****?" The look on her face was one of being entirely unimpressed, and Shan stared at Bina, one eyebrow raised. "Stop that... what is that, prayer?" She asked, looking down at the womans whitened knuckles from her death grip on the handles of the chair. Jesus, was she really that prude? Shan couldnt help but laugh then, shaking her head as she reached out to put her hand on Bina's shoulder. "Calm down woman, its meant to be enjoyed, not detested." She smirked.

Szabina: As soon as she felt Shan's hand on her shoulder, she took the excuse to glare past Kandi at the woman responsible for this situation, cutting off her prayer mid-sentence. "Yes it's a prayer. How am I supposed to enjoy this!?" she released her grib on the chair long enough to wave a hand at the stripper. Kandi, for her part, had clambered out of her lap and was pushing her legs apart so that she could slide in as close as she could for the dance. "She's a woman! I'm a woman!" Despite the words, her voiced protests didn't sound all that convincing.

Shan: Shan just laughed, shaking her head as she pointed to Kandi. "She's enjoying it. I'm enjoying it. Whats the problem? Gotta live a little babe." That worked enough for her, shifting in her chair as her eyes floated back to the stage, at the woman that Shan found mildly attractive. Then again, for Shan to find anyone mildly attractive meant that they at least had a shot, so Shan waved her over and plucked two more hundred dollar bills from her wallet to reach up and tuck in the womans cup. "Take a second to admire her, Bina. The way she moves. The curves of her body." Shan porobably wasnt helping but her amusement for the situation only grew as the woman she had paid proceeded to show her a good time as well.

Szabina: No, Shan definitely wasn't helping. The former Paladin didn't much care that Shan was trying to show her how to have a 'good time', Bina remained perfectly shell shocked. Later, when reflecting on the experience, she may very well admit she at least partially enjoyed the carefree, open atmosphere, but in the moment, she tried her very best to look anywhere except the woman dancing for her. And yet, her eyes kept getting drawn back to the curves Shan had pointed out. Though she tried to school her expression into something resembling mild curiosity, her voice gave her away. "Yes, sh-- you have nice curves," she gave in, nodding to Kandi.

Shan: If Shan was any kind of person to outwardly show excitement, she would have pumped her fist in self-approval. She had gotten Bina to open her eyes, to accept that the woman was dancing for her, and in Shan's opinion, the two hundred that she had spent on her had just been proven to be a completely positive investment. Shan snickered and nodded, her hands resting on her own knees as she let the other woman rub against her, skin on fabric as she watched intently how the woman moved for her. "There ya go." She smiled over at Bina, flashing tips of fangs at the woman before look back to her own dancer and reaching up to simply brush hair out of her face for her. Shan had been there before, and she knew this woman in front of her, and she knew that the simple action was okay.

Szabina: Szabina, for her part, was absolutely not touching. Even though her grip on the chair had relaxed, she still remained tense despite now opem admiration of the woman's form. She cleared her through, leaning in to whisper something to Kandi. The woman nodded and slipped off with a wink over her shoulder. "That was not unpleasant," she admitted, though she scooted her chair into the table to watch Shan and her... friend. Bina found it far easier to openly observe after her close encounter.

Shan: Shan laughed under her breath at Bina who seemingly had gotten over the initial shock and horror of embarking in such "sin filled" activities. She found she was glad that Bina had moved past the first knee jerk reaction, and she couldnt help but think that it showed a bit of character on the other womans part. Course, her thoughts were rudly interrupted by the woman in front of her, grinding and dipping, and Shan licked over her lips quickly. She had been watching the woman who was giving her the dance for some time now, stalking her honestly, biding her time for the right moment to steal her away from the world for her own selfish reasons and pleasure. "Worth every penny," She muttered.

Szabina: Not quite certain she agreed with Shan's assessment, Bina kept her expression blank, glad she'd fended off any future affront by wedging herself against the table. "I wouldn't say that - you paid her far too much. And she'll probably spend it on cocaine or a boob job." Those silver eyes spared a glance for the woman Shan had lured over for herself. Yep. Boob job.

Shan: Shan shook her head, then gave her dancer a nod as she leaned in and planted a kiss on Shan's cheek. She looked over at Bina, red lipstick still perfectly traced on her lips. "She is a platinum member for a reason, dear." Shan nearly deadpanned. No, she didnt particularly like broadcasting that she came to this establishment that often. "Its no biggie. You may leave Lujuria." Shan nodded once more and reached up to wipe at her cheek as the woman sauntered away with a strut to match her attitude. Red eyes swam back to Bina's, a small grin dashing her lips. "I dont care what they spend the money on. In my opinion, they sacrifice enough for it."

Szabina: A single brow arched at the kiss pressed to Shan's cheek, but it was Lujuria's words that brought a lopsided smirk to the Paladin's lips. She wondered just how much one had to spend to be a platinum member. Usually, there were a few tiers before the platinum was rolled out. "Platinum member?" she asked as the woman strutted away, voice carefully neutral. "How often do you come here? And is it really a sacrifice if you don't view it as sinful?"

Shan: Shan rolled her eyes a bit and chuckled, shaking her head. She placed her elbow to the table and leaned in over it. "I visit about once a week. Its something that not only interests me, but intrigues me. Besides, the ladies here like my stories." She snickered, rolling her hand around with a shrug of her shoulders. It was true, she didnt see it as an act of sin... but to Shan that didnt mean that they werent sacrificing still. She looked around, then pointed to a busty lady doting over a male patron. "See her? She has three kids and does this as a second job to support them." She looked around, finding yet another busty woman and pointing, "And her mother is terminally ill. Not all of the women here are here because they enjoy it."

Szabina: Her head cocked to the side, letting her eyes followed where Shan poined, finding both women and giving a nod. Purple painted lips pressed into a thin line as she listened and studied them both, one after the other. Did not enjoying it make it any better? She didn't think so - theft was still wrong, even if one found themself or their family starving. "I don't see what enjoyment has to do with it," she admitted, finally turning back to Shan. She was eager to avoid the somber topic, well aware that her views on the subject would be neither shared nor appreciated. "What stories do you share?"

Shan: "If one does not enjoy it," She lifted up and splayed both hands with her elbows planted on the small table top, "Then one is not spending their time how they truly wish to. Therefore, they are sacrificing it." She shrugged, "As well as their bodies." The clubs music changed over to the next song and ladies were shifting around to different patrons, and Shan figured more or less by the closed off seating that Bina was at her lap dance limit for the night. She waved off a woman coming towards them and chuckled at Bina. "I used to be a traveller. Daredevil. They like to hear about those things."

Szabina: She couldn't argue the point, especially since it didn't even attempt to invalidate her own beliefs. Thankfully, she was oblivious to the woman approaching them until Shan waved her away. Her throat cleared, giving a wan smile in thanks. "You should tell me about them sometime. What did you do?"

Shan: Looking around, Shan didnt see anyone she actually didnt know yet. She knew all the woman there, if not by acquaintance, then a bit more intimately. She knew them all by first name, if there were only their stripper names it didnt matter to her. She knew them. Rolling her shoulders, she reached for the small cylindrical container sitting in the center of the table and plucked a toothpick from it to pop it in her mouth and keep it there as she spoke. "Just stuff. Cliff climbing. Skydiving. Drag racing. The kind of stuff that gets your adrenaline pumping."

Szabina: Things Bina had never considered doing as a human, nor had she considered since, until that moment. Cliff climbing in particularl sounded quite interesting. Leaning forward in her seat, those silvery eyes watched Shan a moment. "I think I would enjoy cliff climbing... or rock climbing. You did this without lines, I presume?" It was a question, but not really a question all at once. "We should go, shouldn't we?"

Shan: Her brows raised in curiosity as Bina suggested going cliff climbing together. She nodded then, after a moment of chewing on her toothpick. "If you think you're up for it." She snickered, reaching to pull the toothpick from her mouth. She spun it pinched between ther thumb and forefinger. "And yes, no lines. Free climb. And the skydiving was done with squirrel wings no chute. Lived to the extreme. No fear." She ended, popping the toothpick back into her mouth and clamping her molars down ontop of it.

Szabina: To her views, free climbing seemed the most tame of the three activities mentioned - it was why she'd chosen it. The entire time they'd been in the club, her hands had remained on the arms of the chair, but now they snuck out, daring to drum her fingertips over the tabletop between them. "Maybe skydiving later... it seems a bit more dangerous than free climbing." Not that she'd really know. Again, her head tipped towards the door. Those previously blocking the entrance seemed to have diffused throughout the club, leaving the exit relatively free.

Shan: Shan chuckled and glanced herself towards the way the woman had tipped her head, to exit free of obstruction for now. Shan took the subtle hint as legs to her chair scrapped against the floor while she pushed it out and stood up. "Alright, alright. I've subjected you to enough fun for the night." She snickered, shaking her head as she rounded her chair and moved to Bina, offering the woman her hand to help her up. "C'mon, I'm sure you have other places to be, little adventurer." Shan called her that because the woman seemed to want to enjoy adventure, though it was clear she wasnt going to do it herself.

Szabina: As soon as Shan slid her chair back, a visible sigh of relief escaped the smaller woman. Never had she been so happy to leave somewhere. Fun, she mused, was not something to be had here. She needed far more tame 'fun' than Shan, apparently. When the hand was offered to her, she took it without pushing her chair back, simply siddling out from beneath the circular table. Did she have other places to be? No. She just wanted the place she was to not be there. "I don't have plans." Her shoulders hitched in a shrug as she let Shan lead the pair to the door.

Shan: She did just that, leading them to the door with her hand clasped around Bina's, pulling her along though it was clear the woman wanted to leave as Shan didnt have to pull much harder than a constant gentle tug. She gave a tip of her chin to the bouncer at the door before sliding outside, into the cool brisk night air. The moon was high and everything was illuminated by it as she turned her head both ways and surveyed the street briefly. She looked back to Bina, dropping the woman's hand once they had gotten outside. "No where else to be? No other adventures to be had tonight?" Shan inquired of her, curious.

Szabina: Her eyes focused straight ahead as they left the establishment. The pious creature didn't think it right to meet anyone's eye while she left. She hadn't chosen the place, nor would she have entered had she known, but despite this she still felt guilt seeping through her veins. Once her hand was free, she reached back to pull her hood over her head, only to realize too late that the garment was tucked away in her bag. Again. Away from the group miling by the front door, Bina finally let out a soft sigh. "No. No adventures - I was going to go back to Micah's and sleep."

Shan: Bina had admitted to her that the rest of her night was going to involve Micah's, and sleeping. She shook her head clearly unapprovingly, though she still felt proud of herself for being able to drag Bina into such an establishment as the one they had just spent an hour in. "Yeah, alright." Shoulders rolled again and her head tipped completely to one side then rolled to the other, muscles rippling in her neck and upper shoulders as her neck popped and cracked acouple of times. "Had enough for one night, eh?"

Szabina: The noises coming from Shan's cracking, popping bones made her cringe, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching up and physically holding the woman's neck in place far more forcefully than necessary. It didn't bode well for her exorcism plans if she couldn't tolerate the sound of a few snapping bones. "Yes, enough of that, too. Are you quite sure you're not possessed?"

Shan: Shan blinked, staring at Bina as if the woman was entirely possessed herself. Was she seriously holding her head in place atop her neck? Shan gave a bemused smirk then, reaching up and placing both her hands on the womans shoulders and leaning in until there was only a couple of inches between the two. Her blood red hues pierced into Bina's. "Maybe I am." She maintained a straight face for a moment, then pulled back and shoved her hands into her pockets. "It would explain a lot."

Szabina: The woman's crimson eyes should have been a dead giveaway - she should have known from the moment they'd met. The eyes were said to be windows into the soul, and Shan's windows were stained with blood. As Shan leaned in, Bina's eyes went wide before she nodded, somber and sad. "Yes, yes it would," she frowned, "But we can fix that, I'm sure. I've been working on a exorcism rite for Every. I think she's possessed, too." Latin was admittedly not her forte, but she was trying. Once satisfied that Shan's neck would stay in place, she released the woman. "What were your plans for this evening?"

Shan: She shrugged and shook her head, no, she wouldnt be allowing Bina to try to exorcise her. After all, she wasnt possessed by anything but the desire for blood. She shifted in her stance and her left foot moved out in front of her a little as her hand in her left pocket reached and pulled her phone out. Checking it by sliding the pad of her thumb across the screen, she narrowed her hues on it before looking up at Bina. "I have stuff that needs to be crafted by the end of the month." She informed, stuffing her phone back into her pocket and nodding her head to the nearest station. "Thats Newburough over there. Im actually super close to Ny's trailer, so I'm going to walk."

Szabina: She watched and waited patiently while Shan checked her phone, a few plans of action playing over in her mind, but each was rejected. No, she'd just head home, she decided once Shan revealed where she was headed. "Good luck with your crafting - I will use the tome Micah gave me." She twitched her lips into a smile as her fingers slid into her bag and curled around the tome stitched into the lining, always easy to find. "I had..." fun wasn't the appropriate word, "an interesting time. Enjoy the rest of your night." With a tip of her head, she vanished from sight.

Shan: Bina had agreed that she had an interesting time, and Shan couldnt help but tip her head to the side. What exactly had that meant? She tipped her head to the side and went to ask, but before she knew it the woman standing in front of her had disappeared and tomed to wherever the tome led her to. Shan pursed her lips, then curved them into a devilish smirk. She wouldnt let Bina get away so easily next time, she vowed, as she turned on her heel and headed towards the Crown Trailer Park. Seraphine was already there waiting for her with plenty of parts to craft some new weapons.