Sorrin is mildly caught off guard at the change in topics, and he takes a moment to respond, "......I did....still do in fact....why do you ask?" His own eyes now are studying Alana, attempting to gauge her desire for questioning him.

Alessandra watches him with keen eyes and a devilish smile as he redresses himself, the smile dropping down when he notices her looking. She clears her throat, puts on her overcoat, and just before they make their way out, she adjusts his tie for him. "Can't be looking all messy now can we?" She jokes lightly, taking him by the hand and pushing the door open. Back to the loud and obnoxious blaring of techno music. She couldn't wait to leave. "Misha's probably up here somewhere..." Alessandra deduces. "Though I think it's best not to interrupt her when she's having her fun." She looks up to Victor for his opinion on the matter. "Downstairs?"

Alana thinks for a moment before letting out a sigh in thought. "Does it ever bother you? Not being able to see them anymore? Watching them get older without knowing you're still there?" She traces her finger along her wine glass for a moment before using her free hand to pull her phone out of her pocket, tapping it a few times before sliding it over to Sorrin. On it is a picture. One figure clearly identified as a younger Alana but with light brown hair, two taller, older figures behind her. In Alana's lap is a swaddled baby, an older girl standing beside the two. "My death was described as an overdose caused by drugs that one of my friends supplied me with. They went missing a few days after I did. I've... Died my hair since then. Changed my last name and such. As per code. But it... Still bothers me that I didnt get to be there. See my younger sister grow up. Be there for my older sister's wedding. Knowing how much it hurt them. Knowing how they think of me now. A druggie." She sighs and inevitably takes her phone back from Sorrin, looking up at the dimly lit ceiling in thought. After a moment she speaks, not looking down from the ceiling. "Sorry. Didnt mean to be such a bummer. I just... Wanted to know if it bothered anyone else."

Victor chuckles as Alessandra straightens up his tie and leads him outside. "Downstairs, definitely. I don't know whether Misha's feeding or *******, but whichever one, it would be bad for anyone that gets in between her and her prey." 

Sorrin sighs and looks at the picture for a moment. Then, he moves to sit beside Alana, passing back her phone, before pulling out his own phone, and weirdly enough pops the back off. From a hidden pocket in the back of his phone, he slips out a folded piece of paper that he carefully unfolds and stares at before passing to Alana, "That's my family...and my fiancé."

The picture is of a not to much younger looking Sorrin, wearing a military uniform, rifle laid against his leg. In his left arm, a little girl is beaming in his arms while smushing her face against his, she also appears to have stole his hat. To his right, with his arm wrapped around her waist, was a blonde looking woman with a sad looking smile. Just beside them was a middle aged married couple. The man however, was in a wheelchair and was notably missing both his legs.

"Last time I shared a conversation with them was on that day, I was being deployed to the Eastern border, and they couldn't afford to come with. Soon after I meet my sire, and a few months later she embraced me...." He takes a drink before continuing, "My family was never given an excuse, they simply got a severance package one day....I can only imagine how they reacted....my fiancé died waiting for me, but her sister still had descendants who are happy...my parents passed away just before the turn of the century, and my sister.....she's still living in our old house...I send her a stipend under the name of a stranger." A small melancholic smile emerges on his face, and for a moment he seems lost in the memory or idea of his sister. Eventually he raises his gaze to meet Alana, "I do often wish things were different, but this is the life we have. We can regret what could have been, or what was, but we can't change it....to live while remembering those we love, and watching over their descendants, that is the best way we can love them. So yes, it does bother me, but not so much as it might....all things end, and that's always sad. But all things begin, and that's always happy. So be happy." He gives Alana a cheesy smile as to iterate his point.

Alana looks over the picture in thought and is quiet for a moment before she speaks calmly. "You're right. And I... Do try to remain involved. I'm sure my sisters dont mind when a couple extra hundreds are added to their bank accounts without explanation. Or when my parents recieve superior care around the house now that they're getting old of age. " She pauses, unsure of how to continue for a moment before she speaks softly. "Regardless... Thank you Sorrin." The two go quiet as Alana finishes her drink and waits for the others. 

"Agreed." Alessandra concluded, leading them downstairs to locate Alana and Sorrin who she hoped were still around... There! Together, perfect. She weaves in between the dancing crowd and approaches the pair, her smile faltering when she feels the atmosphere. "Who dropped a ball of depression between the two of you? I can feel it sinking into my skin." She waves a hand dismissively. "Nevermind. We're going to a hotel for the night for some nice hot showers and fluffy beds. Have you guys had your fun for the night?"

Victor concurs with Alessandra when he sees Sorrin and Alana. "I have to agree, the two of you look particularly sad, considering that we're supposed to be on vacation. A night at a hotel with some real beds might do the two of you some good."

Alana looks up when Victor and Aless come over, gesturing to the open other side of the booth they were at. "Ah yes... Sorrin and I were just having a chat and a drink. All is fine now. Oh! And he brought up this really fancy hotel we can stay at." She snags the card from Sorrin again and offers it to Aless and Victor. "Very fancy. Plenty to do. We can even go swimming if you'd like. I certainly am. We're just waiting on you guys, well, now just Misha I suppose." A smile has returned to her lips, although her eyes still hold a hint of the previous conversation. Overall she seems to be in a better mood than previously. She hums in thought and scans the crowd, both looking for Misha and any attractive being she sees, taking note but overall unimpressed.

Victor takes a look at the card Alana offers and looks up a few photos of the hotel, particularly the pool. "A little late night swim sounds like a good time to me."

Misha detaached from Ally after what seems like three days of sinking into her neck and drinking her fill. Her blood had a taste to it, like she was a smoker, a heavy drinker, or a drug user. Misha was none of those things, and as a few moments passed, she became a bit lightheaded. Ally, completely relaxed from the orgasmic feeling of the supernatural effect fang sinking and vein drinking induced in a human, lay tangled in Misha's upper body. Ally leaned pressed against her and her hands slowly moved up and down her arms. Misha licked the bite marks clean, in moments it was sealed. Ally moaned lowly as she caressed Misha's arms and shoulders. "Mmm..again." she breathed. "More.." she begged.

"No." Misha commanded. "I reesk danger eef I do. Misha weel not be responseeble for your death. That ees not my eentention."

Ally whined softly in disappointing and protest. "Just lay here for a few moments more, please.." Then, bashfully, added, "You feel so good. I love your arms."

Misha gently peeled Ally off of her. "Thank you, but I am sorry." she whispered. "I must rejoin my friends. I hef been gone long enough. Thank you, Ally. Will you be ok, here?"

Ally smiled and nodded lazily, watching Misha put her coat back on. Misha left some more money on the side table, smiled, winked, and left. She closed the door behind her, and took two steps down the hall and realized she was using it to support her. She stopped. She shook her head, and mentally checked herself over. It's almost as if she absorbed some of Ally's bad habits after drinking her blood. She took another step and almost tripped. An enormous security guard looked in her direction.

"Miss?" he rumbled. "Are you alright?"

Misha looked at him, and nodded, getting up. "Yes. Just a little..resonance. I'll be fine." She regained her strength a bit and was able to walk downstairs. She managed to find the group. "Ok." she said, smiling, happy to see them. "I am fed. Are you all having fun? Why are you two a bit sweaty?"

Victor smiles at Misha. "Good to see you again. Alessandra and I had some fun, that's all. But now that you're here we can head out. We were talking about getting a room at a hotel and Alana was even thinking of going swimming before bed."

Misha smiles and nods, understandingly. Then, perks up at the mention of swimming. "Sounds wonderful!"

"If we're done here, then let us head out then." Alessandra smiles and leads the way out the club to the RV.

Victor looks at the number and pulls out his phone to start renting a suite. He thinks about how much he wants to spend. **** it, we're on vacation, my birthday is in a few days, let's get the best the Fairmount has to offer. He pulls out his card and makes the reservation.

Alana follows everyone out of the RV, thinking for a moment before picking out a hot redhead, giving him her number and a slight wink on their way out. Shaking her phone in her free hand slightly before brushing her hair over her shoulder. She steps onto the RV and picks one of the sofas, sitting comfortably. "Who's driving?" Her phone blips slightly and she checks it, the number unknown. With an amuse smile she adds the contact of the redhead, his name in the text she received before shoving her phone away in her pocket, promising to text him back later. 

Sorrin drives to the hotel, while everyone else does whatever they wish. Victor checks in and pays up at the front desk. "We have a suite at the top with a rooftop pool. Let's get to it."

When they arrive, Alana carries her bag in with her, using the wheels to pull it along rather than lift it. Once they get to the room, she peers around curiously, eventually claiming a bed side away from the windows. "Who's sleeping with who then?" She glances between everyone, noticing Misha already claiming the sofa bed. 

Alana opens her bag, snagging her swimsuit and a towel that Harold picked for her, looking it over before nodding. "I' fine with whoever. I'll just sleep anyway." She then ducks into the bathroom and returns a few moments later wrapped in her towel, her arms and legs bare with her swimsuit hugging her body nicely. 

Misha took a quick shower to get the club smell off of her, the smell of Ally's body lotion off as well, and to change into a new set of clothes. The Fairmont Hotel Vancouver was a luxury five star hotel located downtown. This place had it all. Luckily, it belonged to Prince Siegfried as well. Victor had made all the plans while Sorrin drove, and watching him take control of the situation made Misha's stomach warm.

They rented two rooms. One for the girls, one for the boys. Each suite had a sliding glass door that led to the outdoor balcony pool that was super fancy - one like you'd see in those crazy high budget action movies.

"Wow, these rooms are nice." Misha observed, setting the suitcases down by one of the beds. She looked over to the sofa that became a queen bed. "I'll take thees one." she claimed, letting the other women have the actual beds. "Sweet Lord General, look at thet pool. I'm going to try eet out." she said, taking off her shirt and unzipping her pants. She slipped into the smallest sporty booty shorts legally allowed without being actually naked, and tied her bikini top on. Grabbing a towel, she opened the door, dipped her toe in, and with a casual foxy look back to the other girls, let them know if was perfect heated. 

Victor smiles mischievously at Alana, unable to help himself. "You know, you should be more careful when you say that around this group. Because I might just say that I wanna sleep with you."