He chuckles a bit when Alessandra calls him Vicky and pinches him. "Of course, but let's find somewhere more comfortable." He takes her to the living room and rests on one of the sofas. "I grew up in a small town in Montana. My parents ran a little car dealership, we weren't the richest family in town, but we weren't the poorest either. When I was a kid, I got good grades, until I went to high school and started focusing on things like gaming, going to parties, and getting dates for the prom. Normal teen stuff."He stops for a moment and a smile forms on his face. "I remember when I was 16 during lunch, I tried to ask this cheerleader that I'd been crushing on if she wanted to go to prom with me. She rejected me and was pretty mean about it. I spent about a week feeling like the biggest loser in the world." He laughs at the recollection. "It's cruel, but high school was like it's own little Camarilla and cheerleaders were near the top when I was going."     

Alessandra sat on the sofa across from Victor, and as he spoke, she crossed her legs and leaned back into the softness of the couch and listened. A small smile appears on her face hearing him speak of his normal mundane life as he grew up, and of his misfortunes of being rejected. "Well, I'm sure she would regret saying no to you if she saw you now. You've grown to be quite the handsome fellow~" She says matter-of-factly, her smile broadening. "Though I'm sure she got her karma eventually for being unnecessarily rude. Did you have any friends to help comfort you? ... Do you miss them?"

Victor smiles when Alessandra calls him handsome and says that the girl he rejected missed out. "Thank you darling. Perhaps she did get her karma, although to be honest I haven't thought about her much over the years. And I did have friends to raise my spirits. I was never the most popular guy in school, but I always had friends. And when I went to college, I made new friends and we had quite a time together. We went to a party almost every weekend." 

The smile stays on his face, but there is a look in his eyes, as if he is deep in thought. "I do miss them. Sometimes. Back in the Free States, when we were hiding from the cops in that one neighborhood, I thought of how if I hadn't been Embraced, I might be living in a house like that, with a wife and two children. I imagine that my friends must be living like that now. They're in their forties, the age where mortals have long since settled down and had children."

He stops to think once more, pondering the life he could have had if things went different that night. "But for better or worse, life moves on and so must we. When I think of my old life, I remind myself that I'm forever young, I live in a beautiful castle, and I have the best friends I could ask for." He looks her in the eye and smiles earnestly. "And when I think about that it's very hard to be sad about the things in life that I've lost." 

The more I listen to him... Alessandra speaks to herself mentally, her smile fading slightly. The more I see how vastly different everyone's feelings are to being Embraced... When it came to Sorrin, asking him how he felt, of the people he missed, she could see the sorrow in his eyes and the grief in his voice. Victor, although nostalgic, kept a more positive outlook on how being turned changed him and how, despite how everything should have gone for him had he stayed a mortal, this life wasn't at all bad, better even. She didn't know how Alana felt, and never truly touched upon it with Misha, at most, very briefly in the few years they've been with each other.

"That was very well put, Victor..." She finally speaks, ripping herself away from her thoughts. "This life is very much a curse for us, but you do try to see the silver linings. It's admirable, truthfully. I'm glad to be apart of your life and I do hope the bonds we forged together and with the others don't break."

"I'm glad that you think that. Our experiences over the last few months, the fun things we've done as well as the missions, I feel like they've brought us all closer together and I don't think that those bonds are going to break.  Although I do wish that I knew some of the others better, it feels like there's so much that I don't know about them."

“Well, there’s an easy way to fix that problem of yours,” Alessandra says smoothly. “Talk to them. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if you decided to have a nice little talk with them. Similar to us, right now. I think Harold and Alana are in the music room, and I’m unsure of where Sorrin and Misha are...” 

Misha laid on her side, her arm propping her head up, patiently waiting for Aless to finish with Victor. She snickered in a quick laughing, imaging Aless's look on her face. There was no rush, she had nothing pressing on her mind at the time, so after a little bit she changed positions, laying with her hands behind her head, looking at the ceiling, waiting for her to open the door. Some time went by, and she became lost in thought. Brief dull memories swam in her mind, and she concentrated on them, as if the notion of thinking really hard about it would make them more clear, but unfortunately, it wasn't so. She thought about lifting, her weights, her clothes, and how nice everyone was to her here in Aless's mansion. Sure, she broke the sex table, but she was asking for that punishment. Her face wrinkled in disappointment at how she could of made a "gun show" joke at the firing range. Next time, Misha, she thought.

"Misha came home with us, so I'm sure that she's around here somewhere, but I haven't seen Sorrin since we got back and checked in with the Prince. Perhaps I should check in with him, see if he's okay. He's been a bit off ever since we left that nightclub in LA, the one his buddy told us about."

"There you go," Alesandra smiles, getting up from the sofa. "Get to know Sorrin better. He's a pleasant conversation. Have some, uh, 'guy time' I believe is what they call it. I'm sure he would greatly appreciate you checking up on him. As for me, I will be retiring off to my room for the rest of the night. If you need me, call me, okay?"

When he gives her a sign of confirmation, she climbs up the stairs and heads to her bedroom, clicking the door shut behind her before beginning to remove her romper. Alessandra doesn't seem to pay Misha any mind until she stands in front of her vanity mirror, her eyes locking with the red-heads in the reflection as she slides the fabric down her arms. There was a smirk dancing at the corner of her lips as she finally addresses her. "Is this your way of telling me you want me to have an indoor pool installed, or were you thinking of something else, my dear?"

"I'll make sure to do that. Goodnight." Victor stands up and gives her a kiss before she goes off to her room. He pulls out his phone and sends a text to Sorrin. "Hey, haven't seen you since we left LA, wanna come over and hang out?"

“Misha was theenking of many theengs while you were shooting weeth Veector, but now only thinking of one thing.” she bobbed her eyebrows up and down. “However, ees beeg seecret so Misha can only tell you eef you come close and let weesper een ear, ya?”

The romper pools at Alessandra's feet soon after Misha begins to speak, leaving her in a sexy black lace lingerie set. "Is that so? I do hope you weren't waiting for too long then. We were out there for quite a bit, then had a little chat downstairs..."  The older vampire chuckles lightly, slipping off her heels before turning to look at Misha. Keen white eyes scanned her body over, the smirk still ever so prominent on her lips as she begins to stalk across the room, entirely at her own pace. Her strides are both purposeful and languid, and when at the foot of the bed, she wastes no time in mounting Misha with a knee at either side of her hips.

Alessandra pushes her hair behind her ears as she leans down to the red-head, waiting for her to do as she promised.

Sorrin up to that point, had been spending time with Lup, training him, as well as running some more formal business for his company. Receiving Victor's text, he quickly respond, 'Sure thing, give a me a few hours.'

Within a pair of hours, Sorrin pulled up at the mansion and let Lup run around to stretch his legs outside while he knocked and entered the castle. Upon finding Victor, he's casually wave, "Good evening Victor....I assume the ladies are of doing something?"

Victor waves at Sorrin when he enters the castle. "I was told that Alana's in the music room with Harold, Alessandra retired to her room for the night after I took her to the range to show her how to use the gun that she got for Christmas, and Misha's in the castle somewhere. How are things with you?"

"Oof, why Aless look so good always?" Misha said as she looked Aless over, placing her hands and on Aless's cheeks, guiding her in to Misha's waiting lips. "No, Misha not waiting too long, don't be ridilicousing." she sweetly kissed her mouth, bringing her in closely. "I was looking through my closet after bath and thought to myself, ah! Have not worn something like thees in a while, wonder what Aless's opinion of Misha's body would be eef wear eet while waiting on Aless's bed, ya?" She licked the tip of your ear playfully, lightly. "plyus mne bylo bol'she interesno kupat'sya v okeane tvoyey spermy." she pulled you away for just a moment to smirk and raise a single eyebrow at you as her hands went from Aless's face to the top of her long athletic thighs, caressing them.

Sorrin shrugs and let's out a small, yet seemingly exaggerated sigh, "Work is work. Lup's training is coming along nicely however, and I'm looking to expand operations....in short, lots of mortal paperwork and guidelines."

"Yeah, that sounds like it'll keep you busy for a while. Still, it's good that you're building the brand. So have you ever fired a gun before? I know that you always fight with a sword, but you hang out with soldiers all the time, I assume that you had to have used one at some point."

Alessandra chuckles low in her throat amidst the kisses she is egged on into giving. Misha's lips are soft, pliable, almost irresistible as one kiss was never enough to satisfy her. She would always come back for more, even if it was just a few simple pecks, it was just enough to sedate her need for a few hours until she came back. Misha herself was like a drug that Alessandra constantly craved behind a composed mask. She was hopelessly addicted to her touch, and when she feels her hands at her thighs, she inhales deeply as a pleasurable shiver ran up her spine. 

"Vy neotrazimy..." She breathes, pressing a kiss to Misha's lips again, then switched to a different language. "So schön...Ich bin süchtig nach dir." Another kiss, at her cheek, a different tongue. "Je te veux partout sur moi..." Her hands caress Misha's sides as her lips move again down to her neck, peppering kisses along her juglar before she lifts her head up again. Her pupils were blown wide when her eyes meet with Misha's. "Tak mnogo yazykov, na kotorykh ya mogu pokhvalit' tebya, no ni odin ne mozhet vyrazit', kak sil'no ya tebya lyublyu."

Sorrin raises a curious eyebrow and smiles, "I have, but in all honesty, I was far from the best marksman. I'm confident I can hit a simple target if that's what you're implying."

"Is that why you use a sword all the time?" Victor chuckles in response to Sorrin and dismissively waves, letting him know that he's just joking and that he doesn't need to respond. "It's just funny, because when I was shooting with Aless, she asked if my skills with firearms came from working as a cop or something like that as a mortal. You obviously didn't know me during my mortal days, but I can't imagine myself ever being a cop."