The weather was terrible. Rain pelted the Sacramento but a text from Vincent to all concerned said things were still on and he had contingency plans.
The bangaloo style house sitting across from the park was just one of any number of picturesque houses in the neighborhood. Unlike the rest of the neighborhood, this particular house was a mage's sanctum. Warded for privacy and protection, it was a perfect example of hiding in plain sight. Nothing grand, not awe inspiring, just an old well kept house with a neat lawn and eucalyptis trees.
The living room of the sanctum, while somewhat extravagant does not yield any clue as to the Awakened nature of it's owner. An 60 inch wall mounted flat screen with accompanying game consoles, leather couches, classic guitars and basses are mounted on one wall, end tables shaped curiously like blue 1960s London police boxes, a bar with LA Dodger stools and a Miller High Life mirror above it, an original An American Werewolf in London one-sheet on another wall, and a Dodger flag on a third. In other words, it's a bachelor pad.
A hallway leads from the living room through the house, terminating in a kitchen and sliding glass doors that open on the backyard. Walking down the hallway, one of the open rooms is a library of sorts. It's walls divided between bookcases and one sheet movie posters of Star Wars, the original Raiders of the Lost Ark and Casablanca. If one happened to peruse the books there a wide range of titles from The Good War to the Heir to the Empire, to Money Ball to obscure titles such as Doctrina Hebræorum et Metaphysica Atque Theologia. Also in the room is an antique desk with an all-in-one computer.
Further down the hall there is a very nice bathroom as well as a narrow staircase leading up to the upstairs loft which is packed with more books, an acoustic and a steel guitar along with a futon couch/bed. Another door opens into Vincent's bedroom which besides the king sized bed and antique dresser has music sheets, pencils and more instruments stroon about. There is one other door off the hall but it seems locked.
The kitchen, which the hallway terminates in, is decently sized and stocked with antique but well maintained appliances. On the stove a very large pot sits quietly cooking while something bakes in the oven. The smell of something seafoodish permeates the house.
Since the weather does not permit people to hang out outside, the party had to come inside. Bowls of chips & salsa, a few vegi platters and other snacks are in the living room, besides the well stocked bar with adult and non-adult beverages. Refusing to let rain get in his way, Vincent putters around the house waiting for his guests in a green kilt that looks like its made from flannel material, a white t-shirt and flip flops. Today he is sporting his prosthetic eye sans an eye patch.
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