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Ajax ignored Roxie's remark. Her and Dog struck him as Eagles fans, the type who boo Santa Claus or cheer spinal injuries. He'd come here outta good faith to talk to the rest of what was now his clan and got nothing but gruff for actually giving a fuck about the rest of the Gangrel in the city. Still he didn't have to like them to deal with them.
"Okay." He replies. "Got any more info about this ghoul? Name, description, where he likes to hang out?"
"Smitty is the only thing I got for a name, He's German though, or at least his accent is. Check out one of the bars out by the airport. But deal with it. Cause I am tired of that shit." And that was that, Roxie stood up and was about to leave before turning around and saying, "Look I don't care which one of you gets to wear the Priscus Hat. Just don't fuck it up. Tired of people thinking were a bunch of stupid animals."
"Ya need help or something let me know, but fucking call, we don't need to have a damn meeting every time something happens."
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Dog's expression of distaste from Ajax's words earlier returned.
Football? Paintball? Chasing a ball was for children and none of them had any cattle that needed marking. Maybe times had left him behind, because he still didn't really see much wrong with fighting and fucking for sport.
He shook his head as Katrina elaborated. He knew his place in the city, and was quite content with it. He certainly didn't need some chihuahua and a cheerleader getting him ashed.
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"Now that's settled." Katrina stood up. "Come Jeff." she said as she headed over to the door, waiting for Ajax and Bogdana.
Dana followed Katrina and Ajax, still with her hand inside her purse, clutching her knife. Only when outside she relaxed her grip.
That night surely gave her something to think about. She didn't fully understand yet how Sacramento's Savages were towards each other, but she noticed the tension, the open hostility from Dog towards Katrina, and that Roxie wasn't exactly happy being there with her clanmates. What to make with this knowledge, though, she had no idea. Not now, at least.
And she had something else to think about to. She had been absent from the attack upon the homeless, although she was told she was expected to help, from Ajax nonetheless. She still didn't know how he regarded her for it yet. But the opportunity for trying to make up for it, at least partially, had arisen. Bogdana wasn't sure it was any safer than descending upon a crowd of hobos - she had only heard boogeyman tales about the Brood, but even if she gave credit to only a tenth of them she should be wary of being on the same county as any of those Satanist bunch.
Yet, an opportunity like that might not arrive again any soon.
And perhaps she could obtain tenancy rights from Roxie as well. She was still in need of a more private and permanent Haven, still depending on Katrina's and Ajax's good will to stay with them.
A lot to think about, sure.
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"Thanks for your time." Ajax says as he gets up and leaves. What "thanks" was just simple politeness, right out of Sesame Street. Then again a lot of Gangrel probably took after Oscar the Grouch.
The large Savage catches up with the two girls and Jeff the Dog, sliding up behind Katrina once they were outside and draping a big arm around his girl's shoulders.
"Alright so we've got to find a German guy in a bar. Thank god it's not October."
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