Roxie wasn’t sure Tracy was genuinely being nice or genuinely sucking up. Either one wouldn’t surprise her. The thing is, she took the challenge and won. In the Regent’s eyes there wasn’t a further need to suck up, just to stay out of trouble. But I'm not fucking telling her that…
Not that she was being territorial, but hell why not ask anyway. “So, have a nice chat with Dog?” The legacious Gangrel asked. No emotions were attached, but it may have appeared she was attempting to make conversation. Maybe.
“Yup, I am. Don’t expect something fancy though. It's not like it's the Regent Beverly Wilshire.” There was a tish of pride in her voice, like she was almost happy to be having the damn fam clan gathering. “You haven’t had enough pool time to last you a while eh?” There was a slightly devious smirk on her lips. “I don’t know what our Priscus has in store for us that evening. But… I don’t see why not.”
Dillon Connery shirtless, double woof.