Burnham Vaul: Burnham is for the most part quiet on the ride over. his mind working over todays events, and perhaps some of the previous ones too.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte locks the doors to her escalade and leads him into the club. She stops to give the doorman, William, a kiss on the cheek before meandering toward the bar. "Did you want to get a drink downstairs before we go up? There's a bar up there as well.. but the selection's a bit more extensive down here."

Burnham Vaul: Burnham smiles at that. "No i am not the hard-drinking kind.. a couple of glasses of decent red is all i have in mind." He lights another cigar, and offers her one, not particularly expecting her to accept.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She waves off the ciger "I think we can manage that.." She flicks a dainty wrist to the girl behind the bar. "Amy.. toss me the best red wine you can find, love. And if you see Jarod around, tell him that Burnham and I will be upstairs."

Burnham Vaul: He puts the cigar back, and tucks the case back into his jacket. He looks around at the decor. "You know, i forgot how much i like it here."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles sweetly over her shoulder. "I wouldn't have it any other way. The only thing that I don't particularly care for.. is being linked to clubs like the Limelight. That place is terribly trashy." She reaches over the bar and grasps the bottle of wine. "Thank you, love. Tell William he's welcome up too if he likes. I miss the lug." She winks to the girl behind the bar and meanders around the counter toward the red door.

Burnham Vaul: William follows. Its her place after all. it would be impolite to pre-empt her. He puffs on his cigar as he follows her.

Burnham Vaul: ((off to the behind the red door room?))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She unlocks the door and leads him up. (room switch. *G* again.)

UPSTAIRS

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte leads him up the stairs down the hall and into the main lounge area. She makes an idle stride to the bar and sets his bottle of wine in a bucket of ice to keep it chilled. She snags him a glass. "So.. what exactly was it.. that you said to irritate Baby?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (eep!)

Burnham Vaul: Burnham follows her up the stairs. At the top he looks back down and then speaks. "How much does this William know? Is he going to.. startle?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head gently, pouring him a glass. "You can speak freely in front of anyone I invite upstairs. Unless otherwise noted. William.. doesn't get startled." she says adamantly with a tiny amused smile. She starts shaking herself a martini.

Burnham Vaul: "I made a joke in a cafe. it was perhaps slightly innapropriate but quite frankly even a total lunatic wouldnt come to conclusions based solely on my sense of humour. She then proceeded to yell at me in front of a cafe full of mortals about how stupid i was. Not only that, but i hadnt even met her.. she just got up from her table, walked accross the room and accosted me. Then she ruined my steak and left."

Burnham Vaul: Out of all of that, it seems that ruining his steak is what he is most annoyed about. He sounds quite bitter in fact.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She quirks a brow, finishing the drinks and moving over with one in each delicate hand. "Your joke, being?"

William Halloran: He makes his lumbering way upstairs immediately, upon hearing that Brigette sent for him. Okay, she didn't send for him, but she said she didn't mind if he came, and that was close enough. Heavy footfalls announce his presence before he steps into the room.

Big and scary. Those are the two best words to describe the man standing there. Standing a touch over seven feet tall, and easily weighing over 400 pounds, the man pretty much defines the saying “I wouldn’t want to meet HIM in a dark alley!” His hair, a dark brown, is just a little too long to be considered short, and is worn combed straight back, revealing his face...and that’s not a good thing. The right side of his face is distorted and misshapen, looking somewhat caved in at the cheekbone, as if from an old wound. The eye above is perpetually bloodshot, though the original green reflected in the other eye struggles to show through. He’s dressed in a T-Shirt advertising New York City Wrestling, a huge pair of blue jeans, and size 17 boots. His gaze is surprisingly gentle for someone as intimidating as he is, and the look he gives off indicates...loneliness, perhaps? ((Fame 2: Check Who's Who for Details))

Burnham Vaul: "The woman i was having lunch with asked me where i was from. My reply was that i came from hell, or as near as you could get.. London." He states all of this without inflection, clearly not asking for her opinion, merely stating the facts. "If she had left it until we were in private, then i would not be so offended. In fact, i would have apologised. as it was, i would much rather put her back where she clearly belongs and be done with it."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She quirks a brow at the man, handing his drink over to him. "You're.. going to kill one of my ministers, love? I.. wouldn't recommend that." She says sweetly and takes a seat on the edge of the massive bed gracing the far wall. She looks up with a smile to William. "Ohh.. I was hoping you'd join us, love. Have you been properly introduced to Burnham yet, my love?"

Burnham Vaul: Burnham looks up at the man, craning his neck back to do so. "Pleasure to meet you." He smiles at the big man, clearly not all that discomfitted by his appearance. "She is one of yours then? Well then I would put it to you that anyone who explodes like that in a cafe full of people is not the kind who should be running around. However if you are saying that she is under your protection then fine. i will not pursue the matter." However there is something in his eyes that says that he isnt going to just pretend it never happened.

William Halloran: He smiles as Brigette looks his way, and then shakes his head. "Naw, I ain't. Heya." He looks Burnham over, drawing himself up to his full height as he watches the man appraisingly. "Nice ta meetcha."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She crosses one long leg over the other, patting the edge of the bed and motioning for William to join her. "You seem quite comfortable with deciding who stays.. and who goes back, love. Why is that?"

William Halloran: He moves over to take a seat next to Brigette, looking quietly between Burnham and her.

Burnham Vaul: He just sighs. "Honest truth? Im not. But she is dangerous. If she had left it where it was, the joke would have slid past everyone and it would have been fine. She exploded in my face however and drew attention to us both. In the confrontation that followed, it became evident that it wasnt a normal crowd. I am more concerned with that she may have put me at risk because of her short fuse. Quite frankly, carefully not making jokes about hell is probably more conspicious than anything i did in that room, and because of her reaction someone out there now may have enough information to pin the horns on the demon."

Burnham Vaul: He then looks back at William, slightly more subdued than when he had entered the room. "Nice to meet you too, William."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She takes a slow sip from her Martini, kicking her leg girlishly with a steady eye to Burnham. Doesn't doesn't look particularly displeased or judgemental. "I see. If you'd like to speak with her concerning her temper.. I'd be glad to mediate. Though.. if you really do think that you'll lose you cool and strike out against her, I wouldn't recommend you do so here. I'd hate to see you put down, love."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny smile. "He'll be there in a moment, love." She looks to William. "Would you be a dear and let Victor in.. he's at the bottom of the stairs." She kisses the brute's shoulder. Seeming content by his side.

William Halloran: He nods a bit to Burnham, as well as to Brigette's words. If she gave the order, he looks like he'd be perfectly willing to do it.

William Halloran: "Yeh, no problem." He smiles to Brigette and then rises, heading to the door to let Victor in

Victor Mendez -> William Halloran: ((To save room jumping just give me the word when Victor should be walking up the stairs with William))

Burnham Vaul: "Again i wonder wether you are talking about her putting me down, or you and yours. I would hate to see either of you try. But if anything in what i said led you to believe that i would fight without the odds solidly in my favour, i apolagise for misleading you. I am not going back because someone with a name like Baby thinks she can have a tantrum in the middle of a crowded cafe."

Burnham Vaul: "As i said before. If she is under your protection, then this matter effectively ends here. I have no interest in attempting to discuss anything with her, or in fact conversing with her on any level at any time in the future."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sweet smile over to Burnham. "I don't doubt that you have excellent odds, love. I'm not a fool.. and don't appreciate being talked to like one. Your house is known for being well equiped, everyone knows that. But if you think.. for one second.. that you can charge in here and make idle threats to the founding members of this Infernal Court.." She gives a tiny laugh. "You're going to have a very tyring time, indeed. I admire your enthusiasm.. and your confidence. It's cute. But that attitude of yours.. and the threats.. they end now. Understand?"

William Halloran -> Victor Mendez: ((Go ahead and start now...it's not that long a distance. *S*))

Victor Mendez: *A loud thumping can be heard comeing from the stairwell and eventually Victor can be seen at the top of the stairs his guitar case slung over his shoulder as usual*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (And if it isn't blatanly clear, she IS talking to him like he's a child.)

Victor Mendez: *Victor stands quietly to the side watching the two not speaking as he smiles to Brigitte*

William Halloran: He follows along at Victor's side, though he doesn't stop when Victor does...he moves to Brigette's side again, standing next to her.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She goes quiet when she hears the thud of approaching persons. Not taking her eyes off Burnham. Just in case. She still has the innocent sweet expression. The somewhat subdued and tired smile about her. Confident and somewhat arrogant.

Victor Mendez: *Finally the man speaks* "How are you Ouesti?" *he says as he stands there*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte motions him in, content to look away once William's at her side. "Excellent, love. Things are looking up. Come.. have a seat."

Burnham Vaul: "I apologise if i am being confrontational." He smiles suddenly. "I would never dream of threatening you emma. You didnt get to this point by being a pushover, and if this.. Baby.. is one of the founding members of this court then clearly she has redeeming features."

Victor Mendez: *He smiles as he moves to sit down giveing a slight nod to Burnham and a smile to William*

Victor Mendez: *He looks towards Burnham* "I think you should watch yourself before threats are made against either her or Baby" *he says as he sits down* "But then that is just my humble opinion"

Burnham Vaul: "So i have been told. you look after your own. an admirable quality."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles sweetly to Burnham. "Apology accepted, love. How do you find your wine?" She sips her martini and leans weakly against William.

Victor Mendez: *He looks at Burnham* "Its not a matter of looking after my own" *he says stareing at the man* "Its the matter of one who very easily could be a ravener in disguise threating one as respectable and honorable as Baby or Ouesti" *he says very flatly to the man*

William Halloran: He looks between the other three, watching developments closely. Though seemingly at ease, the man is ready for anything, knowing these situations can turn on a dime.

Burnham Vaul: "Better warm than chilled." He has been warming it with his hands all this time. "As are most things." He sips it, and nods appreciatively. "Best i have tasted since coming here. You have good taste in wine."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Jarod, love. Not me. I'm not a big wine drinker." She raises her martini glass in a toast before sipping again. "Victor, William.. can I get you something to drink?"

Victor Mendez: "Milk" *he says with a smile to her as he settles back in the seat* ((Oh yes and as always awareness diff 9 for those who have it))

Burnham Vaul: Burnham looks at Victor just as flatly. "A ravener in disguise? you obviously have little idea who i am. but then since you were iron legion as well i am not entirely suprised. perhaps you should ask Tom some time. He might even tell you." He sips his wine again. "You know it seems that the members of this court have done nothing but insult me since i got here. It is a shame."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She quirks a brow, stepping up to get Vic's milk "Have I insulted you, love?"

Victor Mendez: "Tom is an idiot, and wouldnt know a threat if he saw one and the past is not somthing to go on when judgeing those right now in the present" *he says looking at him*

William Halloran: "I c'n get it, Emma," he says, moving to get the drinks for her. It's part of his job, after all.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny laugh and sits back down. "Thank you, William."

Burnham Vaul: "You have insulted my intelligence, though to your credit you did it gracefully." He sips his wine again. "And you have both interrogated me, which is perhaps justified, if not dignified. The only one who seems to be genuinely pleased at my arrival is Tom. And from what i gather, he isnt even a member of your court."

Victor Mendez: "Why should I be pleased at your arrival?" *he says looking at him* "I dont know you, I dont remeber fighting along side you." *he says watching him* "To me you are just another possible demon to deal with"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head, crossing her leg again. "He's not. He's welcome.. I admire the Crimsonstar.. even through all his faults. He's made his choice." She gives another sweet smile. "But I'll not speak out of order about someone who isn't here to defend themselves. Tom has his reasons for treating you the way he does. Members of the first house.. always do. By pointing this out.. I hope I'm not insulting your intelligence."

Burnham Vaul: "If i may be blunt, your courts defining characteristic as far as i can see is paranoia. Good taste in wine nonwithstanding."

Burnham Vaul: "And i am aare that he is treating me as he does for a reason. i have dealt with Devils more than most. morein fact than i ever dealt with my own."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She takes another elegant sip. "In my defense.. you've threatened the life of one of my ministers.. and have blatanly stated that should I act in her favor.. I'll be met the same fate. Insinuation.. I understand, love. So don't deny it. I didn't ask you here to make idle threats.. or even to banter the fine lines of eloquence. Just a glass of wine.. good company.. and the hopes to diffuse the situation that YOU.. caused."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives an amused smile at his last statement, mumbling "Well now.. that explains a lot."

Victor Mendez: *Victor looks at him seeming to have nothing nice to say*

William Halloran: He comes back with the drinks, handing Victor his milk and taking his own beer back to his standing spot next to Emma.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She lays her head weakly on William's shoulders. Smiling sweetly to Burnham. She catches a glance in Victor's direction, a tiny nod. Appreciative that he knows when NOT to speak.

Burnham Vaul: Burnham shakes his head. "This is ridiculous. If you wish to believe i am stupid enough to threaten your life, then i have no wish to continue this conversation. I had no idea when i walked through this door that Baby was one of your 'ministers'. I have no interest in pitting myself against you or your court. I would undoubtedly end up back in the abyss and that is not in my interests. I said, without insinuation, that if you were going to protect her i would have no quarrell with that. that i would back down. you are the one insinuating that you would send me back if i were to pit myself against her."

Victor Mendez: *Victor takes a drink from the milk after it is handed to him and smiles to William again before turning his attention back to Burnham*

Victor Mendez: "Im not insinuating anything" *he says stareing at the man* "Im flat out telling you"

William Halloran: He frowns deeply at the new person's words, and downs the beer quite quickly, emptying the bottle in a couple swallows.

Burnham Vaul: He then puts his wine down, and extinguishes the cigar. "I have as little wish to place myself in league with your little clique however as i have in opposing it. You already have a malefactor, and thus my worth in your group is diminished anyway." He smiles. "I dont do redundant." He then looks directly at Victor. "Yes, you were rather werent you? Not too big on subtlety, but then few of us are."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She rolls her eyes, this conversation becoming more and more redundant. "So.. you think me hostile.. for warning you not to attack Baby? If I wanted you back in the pit.. I would have smiled.. nodded.. and left you to your business, unwarned. I knew that you were not aware of the entire situation.. or of Baby's capabilities.. thus my warning. Do we have a problem, Burnham? I've no problem at all with you. I think I'm handling this very nicely."

Victor Mendez: *He looks to Burnham and shakes his head obviously somthing on the tip of his tounge but not speaking*

Burnham Vaul: Burnham shakes his head sadly. "Well, I guess then that this conversation is over. Thank you for warning me, I am honestly grateful. you could indeed have just left me to my own devices. I will not act against any of you, i have no wish to start a quarrell i would obviously lose, and we need some leadership and structure if we are going to achieve anything. I realise that you consider me insignificant, and perhaps you are even right. But i will not be treated with such disrespect, and simply take it on my knees." He stands, looking weary and a little frustrated. "I will take my leave."

William Halloran: He looks between Brigette and Burnham, and then starts to Burnham's side, to escort him out. He does stay between the woman and Burnham throughout.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug. "If you want to be treated with respect.. you should start by cutting the threats and stepping off your goddamned pedestal.. especially considering the fact that you're the proverbial new kid on the block. We aren't starving for numbers, Burnham. The reason I invite you to the court.. is for your own protection. I don't want to see anything bad happen to you.. we have plenty of other outside threats without pety squabbling to deal with on top of it."

Victor Mendez: *Victor just shakes his head a bit at the mans speach before turning his attention to Brigitte*

Burnham Vaul: He just smiles faintly and shakes his head. "It would have made little difference i think. Not in the long term." He then walks away, allowing William to lead him from the building.

Victor Mendez: *Victor shakes his head as he leaves* "Birds of a feather flock together" *he says to Brigitte*

Burnham Vaul: ((thanks for the scene. ive gotta try and get some sleep.. its like 6:00 in the morning here lol.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh and makes an elaborate stretch. Preening. "My regards to the Crimsonstar, love. Feel free to come back anytime. You know you're welcome here." She winks.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (thanks! *G*)

Burnham Vaul: If he hears, he gives no sign.

Victor Mendez: ((Danka Danka))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (your spelling is terrible in German, too! *giggles*)

William Halloran: He stays very close to the man, not trusting him to get any distance, and walks Burnham straight to the door.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sweet smlie to Victor. "Appears so.. Poor thing.. I think he's going through an identity crisis. He really DOES think that he's a devil."

Victor Mendez: *he laughs a bit* "So what was that all about, should I keep an eye on him?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods adamantly. "I think it best. The man's a loose cannon. He seemed to think that Baby's ultimate destruction of his ribeye constituted a plot for her demise. Idiot."

Victor Mendez: *he shakes his head* "Damn fool" *he says with a sigh*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods. "Indeed. Seems stupidity is growing more rampant every day in this city. Shame, really.. that means Tom's court is getting bigger." she smirks.

Victor Mendez: *He shakes his head* "So besides dealing with an idiot from my house who seems to wish to be as pointless as the first house, how have you been?"

William Halloran: Eventually, he comes back up and down the hall, his footsteps announcing him. He's still got the empty bottle, and he sets it aside after making his way into the room.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles with a little nod. "Pregnant." She says simply. They always say the direct approach is sometimes the easiest. She's had enough subtlety for one night.

Victor Mendez: *Victor looks at William* "Could ya perhaps do me a favor and start saveing your old bottles and such the money gained through recycleing them could help me to feed a few people" *he says with a smile to William and Brigitte*

William Halloran: He shows no outward reaction to the news of Brigette's pregnancy. He'd seen the test. He moves to take a seat next to Brigette.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sweet smile to Victor "Will do, love."

Victor Mendez: *He pauses after his little speel and looks to Brigitte not really knowing what to say* "Congratulations, and im sorry" *Cover all the bases*

William Halloran: "Yeh," he says to Victor, with a faint smirk. "Least, the one I don't break over asshole's heads."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans against William "You could probably recycle the broken ones.. if you cleaned the blood off first." She looks to Victor. "Jarod and I are both very excited. You shouldn't feel sorry."

William Halloran: His hand comes to rest gently around Brigette's waist...extra-carefully, now.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nuzzles her head back against William's chest. Comfortable.

Victor Mendez: *he nods* "Allright then just congragulations, and give me broken and whole they will all do just fine" *he says looking towards William*

William Halloran: He nods a little bit to Victor. "Awright. Whateva works."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "So.. by recycling.. you're not taking about the plant downtown, are you love? Planning another project?"

Victor Mendez: *He nods to her* "Yea if they pay me for them thats exactly what im talking about otherwise ill just make stuff and sell it"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sweet smile to Victor. "Sounds fun. I'll go out and pick up some bins tomorrow before we open so that I can debrief the staff."

William Halloran: "What kinda stuff ya make?" Said with some curiosity, as he hasn't gotten too much of a chance to know Victor yet.

Victor Mendez: *He nods to her* "Thank you" *he says as he takes another drink from the glass of milk* "Is there anything new that I should be made aware of?"

Victor Mendez: "Anything you would like" *he says with a smile* "but lately it has been mostly little figurines"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks up, thinking. "I spoke with Thomas. Currently, he's been trying to find Malice. I think that's where he's been spending the bulk of his efforts. Have you looked into that like I asked you to, love?"

Victor Mendez: *He shakes his head* "I asked around and had Johnathan ask around but havent gotten very much information on her yet"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod. "I've not found much about the other one, either. I still have a few more clubs to hit. Let's both plan to do a bit more scoping around.. and we'll meet up with Jarod this weekend on the issue. Sound good?"

Victor Mendez: *He nods to her* "Allright, when you see Jarod send him my way" *he says as he stands to leave* "Its always a pleasure"

Victor Mendez -> William Halloran: ((How would the shareing of thoughts come up under a prime scan?))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny wave to Victor. "Goodbye, love. Keep an eye out for Burnham. He makes me.. uncomfortable."

Victor Mendez: *He nods to her* "Will do, if he steps out of line ill restrain him" *he says before heading out the door to leave* ((thanks for the scene))

Victor Mendez -> William Halloran: *There is very faint mind magic between the two of them as if they are almost the same pattern*

William Halloran: He nods to Victor, giving him a polite, respectful smile. "See ya, Victor."

William Halloran -> Victor Mendez: ((I think that was the wrong screen, maybe? *G*))

Victor Mendez -> William Halloran: sorry about my wrong window *G*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte continues to lean weakly against William. Quiet. For the moment.. content. "I'm keeping you from working, love. I hope you're not angry with me."

William Halloran: He blinks and looks over to her, stroking his hand lightly over her side. "Naah. Why would I be upset with ya?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug, curling an arm around the man's chest. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I.. was in one of my moods."

William Halloran: He shrugs a bit, looking down. "S'okay. I figgered it out. An' I know ya been busy an' shit."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She kisses his cheek and looks up to him with concerned eyes. "Are you alright, my love? You're not upset are you?"

William Halloran: He shakes his head. "Naah. Can't say..." He shrugs, looking at her. "Can't say I don't wish it wasn't mine, but...if'n it makes ya happy, then I'm glad fer ya."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks to him with loving green eyes, giving his chest a weak squeeze. "I'm sorry, love.. I am happy. Happier than I've been in quite some time, actually."

William Halloran: He nods and smiles. "Good. Ya deserve it. 'cause yer a good person, Brigette. An' I think..." He pauses a moment, taking a breath. "I think ya don't let yerself r'member that enough. But ya are. Christ knows ya saved my big ass. Thank ya."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She kisses his chest and moves to lie down. Tired from bantering with the intellectually challenged. "You can go back down if you like.. or you're welcome to stay up here with me until Jarod comes up. Your choice."

William Halloran: He doesn't even have to think about it, but he does give it a second, so as not to seem too eager. "I'll stay up here with ya. They got shit covered fine down there."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods and extends an arm to get him to lay down with her. "I love you very much, William. That's something that's never going to change, love. No matter what. Do you believe me?"

William Halloran: "Yeah, I do." He nods and follows her to lay on the bed, taking great care around her. Huge man, pregnant woman. And he knows his own strength, very well. "An' I love ya too, Emma."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She kisses his cheek and curls around him. Content to sleep next to the brute.