THE CAMARILLA
The Camarilla is the largest of vampiric sects, a loose organization which ostensibly represents and protects all vampires by enforcing and promulgating the Masquerade. It is currently composed of six clans: Malkavian, Nosferatu, Toreador, Tremere, Venture, and Lasombra, though officially it considers all Kindred under its purview and welcomes any that obey its laws. In addition to preventing the growing mortal masses from discovering the existence of vampires, the Camarilla aims to maintain the status quo of Kindred society; as such, much of its structure and traditions mirror that of Cainite society in feudal Europe in the Dark Ages, and places it at odds with the agenda of the Sabbat and Anarchs, both of whom seek to overthrow Kindred society. To most members, the Camarilla believe that Caine and the Antediluvian are a myth - a metaphor for their curse, rather than a historical figure.

THE SABBAT
The Sabbat is a loose organization of Cainites who reject the Traditions. Unlike the Camarilla, the Sabbat believes in the Antediluvians and Caine. Also known as the Sword of Caine, as they believe they will be the army Caine will use to destroy the Antediluvians once Gehenna (In Vampire mythology, Gehenna is the Kindred eschaton - the time when the Antediluvians will rise from their slumber and devour their descendants). Clans Brujah, and Gangrel are dominant in the Sabbat.

THE ANARCHS
Anarchs are vampires who reject the status quo of vampire society. They especially resent the privileged status held by elders within the Camarilla and other vampire sects; when the eldest hold the most power in a society of immortals, the lot of neonates is not a happy one. The Anarchs themselves are not a sect per se; in most areas, they are simply a faction on the fringes of the dominant Camarilla hierarchy. However, a loosely-organized Anarch Movement has emerged over the course of the past century and has begun to establish its own traditions, power blocs, territories, and all the other trappings of a full-fledged sect. Anarchs are often targeted for recruitment by the Sabbat, but most respect the Masquerade and some of the other Traditions, even if they do not respect the vampires who enforce them or the system that benefits from them. Anarchs, like all vampires, are considered members of the Camarilla by default, but unlike the Sabbat they are tolerated. 

Victor takes Alessandra down to the bar to meet up with the others because his creator is a dumbass that doesn't understand how suites work.

The bar on the first floor of the hotel was a fancy one. Carpeted, with tables and chairs made of fancy wood and leather. Dim lighting, and since it was early evening, a very decent crowd. Soft music played in the background and fancy servers and attendants catered to wealthy customers. The main bar row had a line of tall chairs and a few bartenders cleaning, restocking, and serving beverages. 

Misha was sitting at the bar, nursing a drink she didn't seem to be enjoying.

Mechanics: If you haven't done so already, make a rouse check (roll 1d10) when you awake, and to Blush if you wish to do so. Those vampire who don't Blush clearly look like undead vampires and not humans - risking a Masquerade breach. Remember, when you Rouse your Blood to produce an effect, your desired intention activates - the check is to simply see if your Hunger increases because of it.

Sorrin woke up in a strange manner...well stranger than normal. For one, he was in a bed, which indicated he likely wasn't alone. Cocking his head to the side slightly, he could identify the woman beside him and confirm this. Recalling the night before, he gave a small smile to her sleeping body, before bringing his mouth to her neck to gain his meal for the day. Making sure to not take to much, let out a sigh of relief from the meal, then licked the wound to make sure it closed. Escaping from the bed, he took a few good minutes quietly sneaking about until he located his clothes and left the room. Not knowing what to do for the evening, he decided down to the bar. If he was lucky, they'd have drinks for him. If not.....who knows.

Taking the stairs, Sorrin looked and listened to make sure there was no one nearby, nor any cameras, before smiling and dashing down the stairs with full force. Reaching the final 3 flights in a matter of seconds, he decided to make a small bit of excitement and flipped himself over the rail, allowing him to free fall the rest of the way. With a solid, yet elegant landing, Sorrin stands straight with a mildly satisfied smile and straightens himself out before exiting into the lobby of the hotel and heading to the bar. Entering, he quickly spots Victor & Misha and nods in their direction before walking over, "Good evening Victor. How was your day?"

Victor mercifully manages to Blush without making himself hungrier and greets Sorrin as he approached him and Alessandra at the bar. "Fine, although the day is young. The two of us have only been up for 15 minutes or so. It turns out that yesterday's exertions took a lot out of me as well. I take it that your workout went well, since you never returned to the suite."

Alessandra looks less than pleased as she blushes, feeling the hunger grow at the pit of her stomach once again. She pushes it back for now, deciding she would just drink some blood bags to help quench her thirst later in the evening. Alessandra gives a wave to Sorrin before sitting beside Misha, crossing her legs as she set her elbow on the table to rest her chin in her hand.

”Drink not doing it for you, my dear? Didn’t rest well?”

Misha smiled softly at Aless. It took her a moment to return to the present.

"No. Not exactly." she said, looking at her, pushing the drink softly aside. "Eet ees not the same like eet used to be. I remember a time when drinking was more enjoyable, had more meaning, had more fun. Ees hard to explain. Now, eet ees an empty endeavor. I do not know why I deed eet. Perhaps to..try and remind myself of what eet was like."

She remained quiet for a few moments more, staring at the drink. Then, she let it go.

"Anyways." she sighed. "I slept fine. How are you?"

Victor takes a seat on the other side of Misha and gives a death glare to a rando that's approaching the seat on the other side of him so that Sorrin can have the spot instead. He listens to Misha, with the slightest bit of sympathy. "Sorry to hear that. I don't miss too many things from the old days, but alcohol is one of them."

"Hello, Veector." Misha says. The bartender came by and made a gesture silently asking if Misha wanted another. She shook her head. The bartender nodded, and looked at Victor. "Can I get you something, sir?

Victor looks at Misha rejecting the drink, then back to the bartender. "Give me four of whatever the most expensive thing on the menu is. My friends and I are here on vacation, so let's celebrate. And my birthday's tomorrow, so if they don't want it, I'll just celebrate by myself."

The bartender eventually returns with four glasses, and a five thousand dollar bottle of Macallan scotch whiskey. He looks at you, and asks if this will be good, ready to pop it open and pour four glasses.

"Sure, open it up."

Alessandra frowns a bit, putting her hand over Misha's, giving it a light squeeze for even just the slightest bit of comfort. In a way, she felt guilty for having taken that pleasure away from Misha, her being the one who turned her into an undead in the first place. "I'm sorry... I bet there's a lot more things you miss too, huh?"

"There ees no reason to be sorry." Misha admits to Aless, holding her hand back. "Eef i em to tell the truth, wheech I always do, you saved me from a millennia of sorrow, despair, and eventually..death. For thet I weel always be grateful, and Misha remembers those who have shown her respect. While I hef come to terms with the loss of my God, there weel always be something een me that weel never be satisfied. The loss of my divine power took away everything that made me special. When I was young, I had only one purpose, blinded to words that rang een my head..words like..duty, and honor. I was a soldier. I was an ambassador. I was a conqueror. I knew no life outside of glory, and fighting - devoted to the cause that was destined to me since before my conception. Eventually, at one point, civilizations beyond my world saw my people as gods."

She watched the bartender pop open the bottle, he poured four glasses. She took one with purpose, not caring what it was, or what it tasted like. She held the glass to Victor.

"While those days, to me, are nothing more than a faded memory I can barely recall, I hope that your unlife ees filled with continued potential and promise that I once was geeven. Hed I known that one day, eet would all be gone, I would hef cherished it more."

She tapped the rim of Victor's glass and downed the caramel colored liquid in one gulp, wincing dramatically at the taste, then coughed loudly.

"Chto eto za fignya?" she mumbled quietly to herself, wanting to throw the glass, but decided against it.

Victor raises his glass, clinks it to Misha's, and smiles. "Well damn Misha, how do I follow that up? In the old life, I was a nobody who worked on computers and on weekends, my friends and I went to bars or some shitty party at a club. And that was fine, because back then I didn't know that there was anything more. I thought that the best I could get was two and a half kids, a house, some grandkids, maybe a six-figure job if I got really lucky. But then I started my new "life", I met you guys, and I've learned about things that I never even thought were possible." He says, taking a moment to think about the conversation he had last night with Alessandra, about how the world used to be a place of magic and wonder.

"Knowing you guys is the best thing that's ever happened for me. And I'm not just talking about living in a castle, or being insanely rich, or even having hot sex with the most beautiful women in the world. Don't get me wrong, all of those things are great, but knowing the four of you and going on all the adventures we've gone on makes me feel like I'm the king of the ******* world." He lifts up his glass and drains it, also recoiling at the taste. "I usually don't get this sappy, but my birthday's tomorrow and you only turn 20 once, so I'm entitled to get a little sappy."  

Alana eventually joins the others at the bar, opting instead for a blood red wine. Her skin is flushed perfectly to keep her pale, but human looking and she sits in her dress, smoothing it across her lap as she sips her wine.  She's there for everyones conversation but remains quiet to be polite and listen to everyone. Eventually she smiles at Victor and nods. "You all are great. Wouldnt be here without you. Oh and Victor. Happy early birthday. I'm sure we'll all tell you tomorrow though." She slightly nudges his shoulder with a knowing smile. 

"Only twenty.." Misha snorted, amused. Only twenty. "You hef your whole life ahead of you. I spend mind looking behind, instead of forward. You weel hef a good birthday."

Victor smiles at Misha. "I'm sure that I will have a good birthday tomorrow, but I also hope that you'll enjoy the day too. That goes for all of you." He gestures out to the rest of the Coterie and laughs before looking at Misha for a second, as if he wanted to say something to her, but mentally decides against it. I'll ask her later when it's just us.

Alessandra manages a sad smile hearing Misha talk about her and her past, everything she had lost; her god, her power, her reason and will to keep going. Her hand shys away from hers when the whiskey is poured, taking the glass and bringing it to her lips after a small cheer in celebration. The brown liquid burned down her throat, and tasted terrible for being as expensive as it was, but as to not be rude she quickly downs it and sets the glass off to the side with a grimace. Again, she rests her chin on her hand and listens to them converse, no true emotion showing on her face, almost as if she were in deep thought.

"Eef your birthday is anything like the one we hed last year.." Misha smiled, returning Victor's gaze, "We will all hef a good time. No one has to lose an eye this time."

She grimaced at the bottle. "Ok, seriously, did you pay for this? It's burning my throat and stomach. How much was this?"