#deatthtouched

[stcrlessnight]

With: @nxnbinarydracvla @deatthtouched @cfstvlla Where: Mean-Eyed Cat bar When: March 31st, 1997, later in the evening

As unpleasant as it had been riding around with a dead body in the car, Rhett knew that he and Dominique had to bring this issue--quite literally--to the rest of the Cactus Cats. If someone out there was targeting vampires, they all needed to know about it, because they could all be in very grave danger.

Thankfully, they managed to make it inside the bar without being spotted carrying the body, because that just would have made things worse. As it was, Rhett knew that Cyrek and Stella would not exactly appreciate them bringing a dead body into the bar, but what else could they do? This was something they needed to see with their own eyes.

"Uh, hey Cyrek, Stella?" he called as he and Dominique carted the body in through the back door, "So we got some good news…an' some bad news. Th' good news is we found our missin' ex-chaplain. Th' bad news is…um, well…" He nodded to Dominique, then they deposited the body on the floor. Rhett sighed, then looked back up at Cyrek and Stella. "As you can see, she's not 'zactly in a fit state t' explain anythin'."

[flytrcps]

with: @deatthtouched ; dominique where: the doll house burlesque club when: after hours in april

It wasn't precisely part of the job description to help clean up; Ivy liked to loiter around after hours, partially because the job was rooted deeper within Las Vegas and the one-way ticket home was waiting for either her roommate or her girlfriend to pick her up at the end of the evening. Plus, she had slowly but surely been thawing to a few of the performers in the venue. Most of them weren't overtly abrasive. Coming from a family of seven mouths to feed in Meteora, there was no shortage of sibling rivalry and bullying that could seem excessive to any regular outsider. Normally, when it was herself and Dominique left in the building, the dancer and door girl would argue until the sun came up about everything and nothing, a significant lack of silver lining to suggest that there was malevolence in their exchanges. Tonight, however, there were about a dozen other topics on Ivy's mind that they were flipping through as they sat in one of the empty dressing room chairs, impatiently awaiting on Willa's arrival and listening to the box television in the corner drone on about a special weather announcement. Running her fingers through their hair, they wondered aloud, "That murder was so strange, and they never followed up on it. They ever say they were sure it was a scuffle?"