Alana spends an hour or so pacing about the bedroom she is in, lost amongst the ocean of thoughts in her head. It wasnt often she spent the night anywhere but the Bliss and it definantly put her on edge. After a while of pacing, she sneaks out of her room, judging about an hour or two before sunrise when exhaustion would overtake her. She walks through the halls of Aless's mansion, leaving everything but her phone in the room she once was in. She wouldnt stray to far in worry of getting lost, but her curiosity forced her into a few empty rooms to explore. On occasions she would check her phone, finding no messages from Lestat. Either a good or a bad thing. She would eventually return to the bedroom, and entertain herself by scrolling through her laptop for a while before submitting to the darkness of sleep. 

Alessandra had hummed her tune up until she finally reached her bedroom. She had showered to wash off all the sweat and dirt of the day and threw on one of her silken robes and got comfortable at her desk. It took a few months for Misha to teach Alessandra how to use a computer (a story all in itself), but the woman always had preferred pen and paper as opposed to a desktop. She still had one, mainly used for online shopping (a bad habit that she's been trying to cut off on), yet for tonight's events, she pulled out her quill and ink and got to writing. 

She recorded down what information they learned from the bodies, and how fruitless the visits to the crime scenes were, but was hopeful that the visits to the families tomorrow would hopefully be more worth their time. As she had been writing she heard some footsteps coming up the hall, an eyebrow raising in question as it seemed to have stopped at Misha's room. Hm, quick session today it seems... She assumed with a shrug then continued to only stop again when she hears heavier footsteps follow behind perhaps maybe 3 minutes later. The realization was quick to set in and when she heard the noises that emanated from the red-heads room, Alessandra's grip on her quill was hard enough for it to break in two.

"There is a REASON why I have that dungeon." Alessandra seethes to herself as she throws the broken quill into the garbage. "Sound proofed it and EVERYTHING, but for WHAT?" She pushes herself from her desk and gets up, making way to open her door to quickly stand in front of Misha's. Her fist was raised, ready to pound on it to get them to move it back downstairs, but she stopped herself. Her jaw was clenched tightly to a point where it grew sore, but she kept her lips sealed and went to the pink room to sleep tonight.

Once Alessandra rose from her slumber she had automatically made way for the dungeon to see the damage done. As she took her steps down, she kept herself composed and smiling, even if it hurt her to do so, and when her eyes met the bolts and leather straps on the floor along with the damaged table, her lips thinned. 

She came out of the dungeon, scenarios of what she could do running through her mind as she walked the hallway with a beaming smile in the case she saw Sorrin or Alana. Deep down, there was a rage she wanted to unleash upon Misha and Victor, but today she would keep herself calm and have a simple conversation with the two of them. 

So when she was in the main hall, she padded over to her victrola, chose a Louis Armstrong record to play and putting the volume high enough for it to play throughout the nearby halls and rooms to wake up her little chickadees. She then sat herself down cross legged in front of her now lit fireplace and waited.

If Sorrin or Alana would approach she would happily tell them to help themselves to whatever was in the kitchen, or stay for the shit show. When Victor and Misha finally came around she urged them to sit with her for a quick little chat in the most forced happy tone she could muster.

When they settled down in the seats on either side of her, she looks between the two of them, smiling, and asks, “Had a fun time last night?”

Victor was in a pleasant mood when he woke up, giving Misha a little kiss to let her know that it was time for her to wake up as well. He dressed himself and went downstairs, where he saw Alessandra inviting him and Misha to sit next down to her, wearing a smile that made him feel distinctly uncomfortable.

Oh shit.

Without her even saying a word, he knew that she was aware of the damage that he had caused to the dungeon when he was enraged. He didn't bother to offer explanations or excuses, he was an adult after all and he had damaged the dungeon that he had promised not to. "I apologize. I had lost control for a moment and caused damage to the dungeon." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, starting to slip out a credit card. "I can pay to replace the damaged table, of course."

Alessandra’s eyes meet with Victors as he offers her his card to pay for the damages, the smile never faltering when she plucks the card from his hand. “While I appreciate the apology, I asked you a question.” She says cooly, her gaze still on him while her freehand dips into the cushion of the couch to retrieve a pair of scissors. Her head cocks to the side as she cuts his card down the middle, one half of it falling to the rug, the other in her fingers. “I’ll reiterate; Did you have fun last night?”

Misha bathed quickly and dressed up in her usual getup - the black turtleneck and black military pants with boots. She knew Aless long enough to know she was upset.

Ah, ****. She ees mad.

"No, Victor." Misha said, putting her hand gently on his credit card and moving it towards him. "Eet was my fault that you acted the way you deed. I weel pay."

But then Aless cut his card in half.

"Yes." Misha says. "We deed."

"Yes. We had quite a bit of fun." Victor only pays the slightest bit of attention to the fact that he's now going to have to order a replacement card, focusing more on Misha assuming the blame for his actions last night. 

Sorrin wakes up under the bed of the room room, rolling himself out of it, he stood up and retraced his steps to the door. Opening the door, he winced at the relative bright hallway and step back into the world of the sane. Glancing back into the room as he was about to close the door, he called out, "Thanks for the comfortable day. Have a good night." He then slams the door shut and walks to the bathroom, showering and changing into something comfortable while his clothes wash and dry.

Entering the room, he pauses at the entrance in mild confusion, seeing the scene before him. After a few seconds, he pieces together an idea of what happened and chuckles, walking by the two late-day lovers as he heads over to the kitchen. "Couldn't control yourself, Victor?" He sends his fellow kindred a smirk and heads into the kitchen for something to freshen himself up with.

When their answers reach Alessandra’s ears, she hums happily as she picks up the other half of Victor’s card from the rug and gets up to throw them in the burning fireplace. “Good, good. Perfect, because you know how much last night cost you two?” She lets the question settle between the pair before continuing. “3000 dollars. Now, you may think, ‘Oh, Aless, you’re overreacting! 3000 is nothing! We’re hot and rich and have money coming from the trees in our backyards!’ Oooh no, no. That table was custom made, one of a kind, from a crafter who retired last year. That table was his last.” The grip on the scissors only tightens as she speaks, and she doesn’t look at them when she moves to the victrola to stop the music from playing.

”Misha knows me well enough that I buy only the best, the dungeon was no exception, I put a lot of money into it. Especially those reinforced and sound proofed walls I had installed specifically for you, Misha.” When the red-heads name escapes her mouth, it’s easy to pick up that she is holding back a lot of anger. “Last night I told you both one tiny itty bitty little rule for you to follow. Just. One.” She’s beside the table now when she finally looks to the two of them with a smile. “What. Was. The. Rule?”

"Shut the **** up, Sorrin." Victor growls as he passes by.

When Alessandra spoke up, Victor felt like a kid again. Not a freshly-sired vampire, an actual kid, like he was 40 years ago and he was in trouble because he broke his mom's priceless table while playing around. Which was not too dissimilar from the situation he was in, except he wouldn't consider Alessandra his mother after all the things they had done together. "Don't break the dungeon." He sighed. As she tossed the pieces of his card into the fire, he realized that she wasn't thinking about money.

"Wash up af- I mean, Don't break the dungeon." Misha said softly, holding her head low. Hoo boy. This is gonna cost me.

Alessandra’s eyes lock onto Misha when she hears her quickly fix her mistake. “Do you think this is a ******* joke, Misha?” She strides over to stand in front of the red head and leans over as she cups the others chin with her free hand to force her to look at her. “This is the only rule I ask of you to follow. I remind you every time you use that damn dungeon. Even ******* VICTOR knows the rule without fumbling. I ask NOTHING else from you. Not even god damn rent.” When the last word makes it past her lips, her eyes flare orange as she stabs the arm rest of the chair Misha sat in with the scissors in her hand. Alessandra pulls back from her, but her eyes continue to bare down on her. “You’re going to start paying me rent every month. You have money so a measly 3000 a month won’t put a dent your wealth and I want you to install reinforced and soundproof walls in your own damn room. I can hear you even with the ******* gag in your mouth.”

She turns away from Misha, her arms folding in front of her chest. “You’re also replacing that chair. And you owe me a new quill.” She sucks in a breath as she now looks to Victor. “I expected this from Misha but not you, Victor.” She shakes her head in disappointment, and spins on her heel and begins walking away from the two of them. She speaks one last time, saying, “We’re leaving in 30 minutes” before disappearing into the hallway. 

Victor cared little of what humans, or even most vampires, could think of him. But as one might surmise, Alessandra wasn't most vampires. He valued her opinion and being in her good graces meant something to him. When she expressed disappointment in him, he couldn't even look her in the eye. He wondered how he would make this up to her and for a moment contemplated tracking down the retired crafter and "persuading" him to come out of retirement to make one more table. But he wasn't sure if he could do that while upholding the Masquerade and the Beast was what got him into this mess in the first place. Victor pulled out his phone and began searching for replacement tables, filtering the results to ignore anything below $6,000. He figured that the replacement should at least be worth twice of what the original one cost. Scratch that. Make it $9,000. Not having the latest jacket this winter is worth having Alessandra talk to me. He collected his gun and spent the rest of his prep time looking up new tables. When he finally found a table that looked good enough for Aless, he ordered it and coughed up the money for express shipping. 

As he punched the key into the Hummer, ready to resume the investigation, he mused on how much money he just spent, thinking of an old commercial from earlier in the century. A new table to replace the one I destroyed in a lust-filled rage: $11,375. Alessandra being willing to engage in pleasant conversation with me: Priceless

Sorrin looks on in respectful silence from the kitchen as Aless stomps out and sighs. Sometimes he wished he smoked, oh well. Walking after Aless to leave the room as well, he goes to get dressed since it seemed like they'd be leaving soon. 

"As you weesh. I accept your terms." Misha complied with Aless's request, and held her head low in reverence. She was right, and accepted it gracefully. When Aless leaves the room, she sighs a breath of relief, and turns to Victor. "Well, that could hef gone worse. Sorry about your credit card." she smiled.

Victor turns towards Misha. "I'll call the company and have a new one before the end of the week. There were far far worse things that she could've done with those scissors."

Misha makes a humorous face that indicated complete that Victor was one hundred percent correct. She silently made plans on a new marketing campaign to try and attract new clients for the gym she worked at as a high dollar personal trainer. Looks like she was getting a little busier very soon.

Alana was the last to rise, catching Aless storming out of the room as she was finishing fluffing her hair. She watches her pass for a minute before looking between Victor and Misha. With an amused shake of the head she strides past towards the kitchen, calling over her shoulder. "You two must have really peeved her off. Perhaps you should have invited her?" Once she enters the kitchen, she gives Victor a wave, moving to reach around him to grab a wine glass, the hunger within her demanding food. 

I guess it can't wait until I get back.

She finds herself a selection of O negative blood, carefully pouring it into the glass before she moves to sit on the counter, crossing her legs slightly, not doing much to hide the obvious mainly bare skin under her leather skin tight jacket, a pair of very short shorts covering her at least. She speaks casually as she sips from the wine glass. "Sleep well Sorrin?" 

Victor called upon the blood to give him the appearance of life, but he felt it take a toll on his energy. Destroy a table and satisfy Misha's desires and the Beast doesn't give a damn. But make my skin slightly less pale and the Beast begs for food like a ******* Tamagotchi. "Misha, wait." Victor said as they arrived at their destination and the Coterie began to exit. "I need something before we do this. Not much." He bares his fangs and bites into her neck, quickly taking enough blood to get the Beast to settle down. Then he licks her neck, closing the wounds. "Thank you. I normally do this with Alessandra, but that's not really an option right now."

Misha moans for a moment in pain, but as soon as it began, it was over. "No problem." she smiled, and followed the rest to the door of the first house.