The cup made that hollow clank sound as it was being set on the wooden desk in the small one bedroom room. Boots hit the wooden planks underneath the ratty old rug that lay on the floor. A clearing of throat. News paper rustled as the page was turned. Creaking of an old chair that had seen to many asses and far too many days. Aztec colored eyes catching the name of a property for sale.
"Camera dei Girasoli. Lovely farmhouse. Additional 5 apartments. Large garden of sunflowers. Stables for horses. Plenty of wide open land."
The words caught Jane's interest. A number was provided underneath the short but perfect description. She grabbed the phone in the room and started dialing. Speaking to the woman who answered, she made an appointment to check out the house. If the fates were with her, she would be the new owner of this patch of land.
First she needed to drop the wolf cowboy off at that Asylum Silent had going. Jane would crash there a few nights. She needed to go to a few more poker tournaments give some press interviews and get her name out there. So far she was one of the top 50 women on the circuit. It was a great achievement in such a short time.
Glancing over to West passed out on her bed. Jane had one hell of a time sleeping on the cramped little couch they always had in the even the cheap little motel rooms. Grabbing West's ankle she shook the cowboy wolf wake.
"Get'up cowboy, We're headin' out."
Before Jane could grab her jacket a knock came to her door. Boots thudded along the floor to the door. She could smell the flowers even before seeing them. The delivery man looked shocked and struggling with a large box that read Wild Turkey. Jane grabbed the box. The man handed her a clip board, Jane put her John Hancock on the dotted line before she was handed the bouquet. Sneaky little swamp wolf. Setting the flowers down on the desk, she smiled at the card. Grabbing one of the bottles from the box, she would take a piece of leather that she had laying around. Made it into a bow around the neck of one of the bottles.
Taking a piece of paper she wrote out a simple note: Happy VD. -MJ
Jane gave West the directions to the Asylum. Telling him to tell Silent that she was going to go there later, was gonna take her car or borrow one from the pack to bring her stuff. He gave her a nod and headed out. Jane however had other plans. First stop was Bliss. See Marcus and drop off that bottle of Wild Turkey off to the blond vampire.
Heading up the steps to Bliss red doors, she chatted up with Austin a bit before going on in. Bliss was working on preparations for a Valentine's day special. Jane was going to make sure to miss it. She hated this holiday.
Spotting Chad, she grabbed the boxes he was holding. She helped him put the boxes on the bar. As she helped she told Chad if he could pass the bottle on to Marcus for a blond vampire, who Jane still didn't know the name of. Getting the okay from the bartender she headed out.
~Silent's gift had brought anger rising to the surface as he moved through the catacombs. Restless spirits clung to him with invisible hands, and he shook them off. Azrael was unusually distrected and unwilling to cooperate with the dead that wished for his attention. He felt like he was in the middle of something bigger than him, but unable to see just how large the force of destiny pushing him was. Some great force gathered around him. Something that entranced his mind and pulled him forward as he moved towards the underground entrance to Bliss.~
~With Marcus away the club was his to look after. As he stepped through the cellar style doors and into Bliss's back room he was nearly run down by Chad, one of Marcus's people who had been on the paycheck since Salem. If he was in a better mood he might have helped the man who was loaded down with boxes for storage, but Azrael only scowled as he sidestepped out of the young mans way and watched as he nearly took a tumble through the opening in the floor.~
~Feeling just a little bad about that he reached out with stunning quickness, hands closing around Chad's forearms to pull him upright and help get him back together. It was only after his boxes were righted that he struggled to grab a bottle and note off the top. Taking those little deeds Azrael stood staring down at the bottle of Wild Turkey and a cavalier smile passed over his chiselled features. Some forces in the world were impossible to resist. Gravity, quantum mechanics, and mostly a woman who sends you liquor.~
~Gripping the neck of the bottle in his hand he would leave the club to go and find the tiger. Riding on frustration and pent up energy he left Bliss, eager to be away from the stares of the crowds. It had never been like him to revel in the attentions of strangers. What he wanted had darker origins. On his tongue he could taste it, smell it, feel it all around him. Silent had started this in her own way. Had opened him up to the world of the flesh again. Now it was someone else who would pay the price.~