Girls Night In

[Alessandra]

The center of the room contained a desk that was a rich dark mahogany. It was large enough for her to work on multiple things, but not too large to overshadow her.

The butterflies had been moved over and placed here and there, bringing her a sense of calm.

On the desk was the standard items on it, papers, small lamp, a computer. There was also a tall glass dome. Beside the glass dome was another one, this one held the same brightly colored butterflies, but had a darker, sinister twist to it. There was a skull in this one, with the butterflies placed artfully around it. Another skull with butterflies on it was placed on a shelf behind her.

There wasn’t really art on the walls. But there were shadow boxes placed around the room with various colors of pinned butterflies. Some blue, some green and some a mixture.

Maybe not something you would expect from the Savage, nor would many expect or know that she pinned them herself. Next to cleaning her guns, it relaxed her.

Playing softly from speakers placed around the room was Beethoven.

Two chairs sat in front of the desk, and a seating area was set in one of the corners. Which had two chairs and a couch around a coffee table. There were lamps on that offered a soft and comfortable glow, nothing too bright.

Which was where Ale was seated this night. Leaning back, legs crossed and an open folder on her legs. Paperwork, something she loathed. She was rather casual in a bright green tank top and black leather pants. It was also notable that she was wearing a duel holster with two fairly large guns nestled safely at her sides.
Lokio Lina Moretti Matrixchild
Rebecca Simmons

[Alessandra]

It was the presence of a weaker Beast that caught the Savages attention first. Dark eyes look up from the papers and spy Lina. But that didn’t stop her Beast from raising its hackles in anger. It wanted the bitter womans blood on the walls.

But that would just be rude, and she was actually in a good mood.

Smiling and closing the folder, she stands, gathering the other folders together to place on the desk, “Miss Moretti, thank you for meeting with me. I like the flats, though I must confess, I'm really clumsy in them.” The folders placed, she gestures back to the sitting area, not wanting to be too formal with sitting in front of the desk. Everyone needed a night to just relax. Well, as relaxed as one could be with other predators in the same room anyways. “Want a seat?” maybe Lina was the type who preferred to stand, she’d heard it was a thing.

She was about to move back and sit when another Beast caught her attention. Looking once more to the door, seeing Rebecca. And once again, her Beast paced it cage, demanding the skin of the reserved Kindred.

And again, no.

The smile returns, “Madam Simmons, good evening.” A nod of her head. “We were about to sit down, please, join us.” Her hand raises again to the seating area.

Smirking as she removed the holster and placed it on the back of a chair, but still within easy reach, “I have to say, I feel a little under dressed.” She says jokingly to Rebecca.

“So how have you two been?”

[Alessandra]

A sly smile and single nod of her head, “Oh yeah. It’s why you’ll rarely see me in flat shoes. I prefer boots,” a brief look at the knee high combat boots currently on her feet, “and sometimes heels. But those, nope. Everyone would get a good laugh.” Her tone jovial.

“I have to say, that report was quite impressive, very detailed.” One of the more detailed reports she had seen, or personally given. “Are you usually that detail orientated?” if so, it was important info to file away.

“How are things going with the Dragons?” she knew most would be private stuff, but she wanted to ask, show interest and all that.

Huh. Rebecca did make an interesting point. She never really considered what she wore to be have any importance before. It was usually what was comfortable.

“I’ll have to remember that.” A small wink.

A nod, “I would love a report on the junkyard. It had been one of the strongholds for the Brood when we were dealing with them.” She hadn’t personally seen it, but it sounded like the fire gutted it.

An eyebrow was raised, “Whiteboard?” amusement in her voice. There was a whiteboard? She supposed it was a great way to keep lots of info in one place and make connections.

There was a shake of her head, “I don’t see it as overstepping. We have different goals when it comes to that. I also move different product and things than you do. Though I think there is room for working together at some point.” Ale knew she would be top dog in the city until she either met Final Death or moved on. And she wasn’t threatened by Rebecca. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t keep an eye on her and how she advanced. Always good to know where others stand.

[Alessandra]

So the whiteboard was really a thing. Tucked safely away in an office.

Catching the look, she chuckles, “Organization has never been my strong suit.” She wasn’t terrible at it, but she could be better. “Nor is paperwork something I’m enjoying.” Paperwork sucked. Plain and simple. “As to seeing this infamous whiteboard, I would enjoy it. But I don’t want this to turn into a strictly business meeting. Unless business is what’s on everyones mind, then that changes things.” Some nights were good for business, some not so much.

“Must be a damn fine PI then, looking forward to seeing how you help the Domain.” And it surly would, someone good at investigating? Defiantly noteworthy.

She never understood the whole places and buildings have spiritual value. Maybe because she wasn’t spiritual?

“I appreciate and encourage you to be straight and to the point with me.” She hated dancing around an issue, it was a waste of time in her opinion. "Beating around the bush was never something I enjoyed."

But she listens as Linda lists out her reasons. Which were sound.

There was a slow nod of her head as she shifted slightly in her seat, head coming to rest on top of her hand, propped up by the arm rest.

“Those are all valid points, ones that need to be carefully considered and handled. And it sounds like you both have a clear understanding on what’s going on there. How about this, you, Priscus van Valen and myself sit down and discuss it privately.” She looks to Rebecca with a smile, “Nothing personal Madam Simmons.” She didn’t want Rebecca to think she was excluding her on purpose. But this would be Domain business and any deals struck would be private. “Does that sound agreeable? I’m willing to move my schedule around to facilitate such a meeting.” But she wasn’t no, but she wasn’t saying yes, yet. She wanted to hear what Aaron had to say. Even though Lina was Grand Wyrm, it was good to see what others thought and would offer.

Focus shifts to Rebecca. And she had to agree, Lina did seem to have a tactical mind, and that could be very beneficial to the Domain. Or dangerous.

Attacked from the front and rear? Now that was a tactic.

A bomb?! Now there was something a Kindred didn’t want to have go off.

“Originating from the sewer entrance? So the Hunters are using the sewers? That's,” a pause, “disturbing.” to say the least. Not an avenue she would have thought of. A smart move. But dangerous to those not aware of it. “Was there anyway to trace them in the sewer? Or is it something we can do?” she’d never actually been in a sewer, so she wasn’t sure how tracking would go.

Then business, criminal business.

“I can, depending on the item. I have my hands in a few things, mostly guns and weapons. Warehouses have kinda, fell, into my lap. My status opens a few more doors for those, more difficult, to find items. Now drugs? That hasn’t been something I’ve ventured into a whole lot. My family never really did much with them, and at the time, there wasn't really a monetary gain from them. But times are different, and I'm not against it.” Drugs could get messy.

“Boons are a nice price to charge. Money seems to always find us given enough time, but Boons? Now those can get fun if played right.” Sometimes favors were worth more than money. “As to working together? It’s a possibility. We’d have to compare our specialties and see how they would best mesh. I’m always open to business possibilities, and it’s been a while since I’ve talked with someone who shared similar interests.” True story.