Person: @ofromulan Location: The Booths For all of the time she'd been in Rome, aside from Cloe at Canal Cakes, Marcella had been fortunate enough to steer clear of the senate for the most part. But she knows who is who of the Pluto vampires and she knows that the man in line in front of her for a garlic knot is Xerxes. He's not wearing a shirt but that's also to be expected, to quote her late best friend, Wolfchella went crazy. "Xerxes, right?" Should she call him sir? Senator? She wasn't quite sure how formal to be. "I heard you're doing the strength competition."












