"So, uh, I was just wondering, there's pretty much no way to still keep a day job the way I am, right?"
Nat chuckles at the mention of a "day" job, "Yeah, I wouldn't try. It'd be hard to show up for an interview when you burn to death the second you try to leave in the morning. Not that you couldn't get something working a graveyard shift, if you
really want to feel normal, but we Kindred tend to have ways of getting what we need without resulting to gainful employment. I mean, if you need a place to spend the day, I've got a pretty swanky place downtown. Or you could help out an older, richer Kindred and work up a few favors."
Lenora goes to find Red.
There's no need to find Red, because by the time the thought comes into your head, he's already running downstairs to find you. "Hey, uh, Len... Lenora? Right? Listen, we should probably get out of here soon. There's someone here who I'd rather you not meet, so the sooner we leave, the less chance you two have of running into each other."
Start walking out, then start walking towards a relatively nice bar that tries not to judge I know at Roosevelt Way, near Ravenna Park. Also try to get stuff back from bouncer first.
By the time you get back up to the door, the bouncer is back, and all you have to do is walk up to him for him to reach into the chest of drawers and pull out your guns, dangling them in front of your face. "Outside. Then you get them back." You do as he requires, and he drops the guns into your waiting hands. "Have a nice night."
Marcus is standing outside by a pristine-looking dark green pickup, already giving Alexandria her weapons back. Not the kind of car you would expect a guy like Marcus to drive, but definitely the kind of condition you would expect it to be in. It looks freshly tuned, washed and waxed, and it shines even in the dim light of the streetlamps. Marcus approaches you and hands you back any ammo you had in your guns, before saying, "We'll keep in touch. You'll find you have my number already in your phone."
Without the comforting, familiar weight of her knife in her belt or in her hand, Alexandria felt naked. Being naked in a place like this was not comforting, and she felt her volition slip away the longer she stayed here. Being able to stab someone meant that she had meaningful choices to make.
"Yes. Let's go."
You follow Marcus out to his pristine pickup, and he gets in to grab your knife, still in its sheathe, handing it to you firmly. Just as he does, you see Alicia coming out of the house, and Marcus goes to meet her. As soon as Marcus turns his attention away, a sudden presence next to you makes you jump. A dark-skinned Kindred in darker clothes is standing next to you, smiling, his sharp teeth unnerving you. He looks you up and down and eventually speaks to you in an accent that you know is foreign, but that you can't quite place, "Hey there, girl. I haven't seen you around and kicking yet. I am your sire. They call me Joey, because most cannot pronounce my real name. I will teach you how to bend the shadows to be your ally, and how to feed without your prey ever even knowing you are there. Will you accept this training, fair-skinned girl?"