Howard nods. "Well, much as I hate to interrupt," he says, "I was also going to ask about your little speakeasy business you've got going - namely, what I can bring to the table."
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Howard nods. "Well, much as I hate to interrupt," he says, "I was also going to ask about your little speakeasy business you've got going - namely, what I can bring to the table."
"No, I would say not." Clayton says with a smirk, then takes an appraising look at Howard. "Although...we could always use another gin runner, and I'd say you've got a look about you that could scare away any troublemakers that wander into the joint...wouldn't you say so, Vel?"
"Yea...I suppose, maybe..probably....I guess," Velma huffed a little, arms still crossed, facing away.
"Let's just say I know how to be intimidating," Howard mutters darkly.
Howard's memories told him that his sire had taught him the beginnings of the Nightmare Discipline, but the Nosferatu doubted that he'd advanced any further in it; while he had to admit that it was useful, he found it altogether unpleasant, and knew that the greater powers had outright sadistic applications.
"Well, if you do well on this job with us, maybe you could join up with us, eh?"
Howard simply nods in reply, keeping his thoughts to himself.
Evelyn is now downstairs.
The Native American frowns at Georgia. "I am Nighthawk, Elder and Priscus of Clan Mekhet in the Greater New Orleans area," he flatly informs her.
Georgia gives a long nod. "I did think that might be the case." she says. "But I didn't care to risk the guess. I'm sure you understand."
Evelyn goes to look for Clayton and Velma. Jinkies!
Upon finding them, she'll simply wave and flash a small smile.
Clayton perks up when he seeks Evelyn, and gives her a little sideways wave.
"Well Ev, how did the talk with His Highly Thinks of Himselfness?"
"Do you think they are 'disagreements' that will get in the way of work?" Clayton asks with a surprising level of seriousness.
"Good...do you think it's worth it to stick our necks out for this 'favor' of his?"
"You, me, Vel, and maybe the other two?" He suggests, gesturing to Howard and Georgia.
"Ya know, what we really need to know is where they have their storage, ya know, where museums keep works they're not going to have on display where also they keep and prep before putting a certain piece on display."
"Well, iffin they're anything like us, and the way I see it, a fine painting is no less a work of art than a fine bottle of scotch, I'd wager they've got it holed up in the basement somewhereabouts."
"Oh, that we could all do this job together is all." Clayton shrugs. "Since the offer was extended as such, and since Howard has shown some interest in getting gainfully employed by us, I thought it might make some sense."
"You sure, Ev? Wouldn't be the same without you."
"Never were one for big parties, Ev." Clayton points out with good humor. "Fair enough. What'cha think, Vel? Think you, me, and the two newbloods can handle it?"
"No not really, frankly, I don't even really know what's my motivation for doing this myself, maybe its to make sure you don't do anything stupider," The vampire said bluntly.
Clayton raises his finger to protest for a moment, then thinks about it himself for a bit.
"...I think for once you might be right, Vel. There ain't exactly any reason we gotta do this for the prince, so why stick our necks so far out?"
"I'm always right damnit," She wagged an angry finger at his face before resuming crossing her arms.
Howard sighs mentally. He was experienced enough with Kindred to know that a favor owed from the Prince would be worth a dozen from any other vampire in the city; if the group decided against it, he wouldn't stop them... but at the same time, he would still do his damnedest to carry out the job.