The Snake, The Rose, and The Blood Wizard

Frank was a rather large guy who at one point had his nose broken in a rather intense armature boxing match. Now he was the bouncer to the Hearth. Downstairs had wisps of smoke being drawn to the ceiling and filtered before being released outside. The dancers on this night were using slow exaggerated movements to show off their 'attire'. At first it seemed like bathing suits that seemed to shimmer and change color based on how the light hit them but very soon it became apparent that they wore naught but body paint. Cyrus stood behind the bar, taking orders from a few more shady looking individuals, his bowlers hat sitting on the bartop, leaving him in just a white button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone and a black vest that matched his black slacks. It seemed that Cyrus had taken to Crimson's habit of wearing shades, even in this dimly lit room. Though his were a bit smaller than the ones favored by the kindred.

As soon as she called out for him, there was a returning "EEEEEEVE!" From a rather familiar enchanting voice. Through the small crowd of bodies came the rush of booted feet before a figure in a rather well tailored black leather jacket, trimmed with what looked like pure silver. Arms wrapped about Eve's middle and she was yanked up and off her feet to be held aloft as easily as one might lift a laptop. Once in his arms, he spun once around, two purple painted-on hand prints on the back of the rather expensive soft leather coat.

Vincent found an eyebrow lifting in spite of his own attempts to keep it under control. I want to sit down? There's always bad news when people say that. He was a what now? Not a Tremere then. He should REALLY stop jumping to conclusions. He already got caught on camera as result of a similar slip up.

Vincent took a seat on one of the cushy chairs, and leaned back. He put down his cane. Jesus if it's this bad he doesn't want to be holding a weapon when he hears what the hell happened to the Chantry.

"Good evening to you Crimson, it's a pleasure."

Polite of Eve to have done half the introduction for him.

"Sooooo... I take it there are some... Complications then?"

Everly lounged across Crimson's lap, one arm draped loosely over his shoulders. She drew in a faux breath, swatting the male she was sitting on, "Be nice."

She'd take a deeper breath to try and draw focus, "Vincent...a year ago, a very talented and hopeful Tremere named Jorgan came here...he had credentials from . is my father...he's a very powerful Tremere Lord, all be it, not a respected one...but that's not the point."

She'd look at her hands, frowning. "He...he didn't like our local Regent, or like being controlled... he turned traitor, sold us out. A Tremere with the red mark...called Famine created a body and walked in while the Regent slumbered. He crucified her, and burned the whole building down."

"The last three Tremere were utter disgraces...Wobby lead people there, trusted too many... Jorgan...he was put down by in our mother's home...and Mrs. Lovelace, was so focused on her jealousy over my parents relationship that she didn't ward the place or help Jorgan when he started to slip."

A single droplet of red slid down her cheek. "It was barely a year ago and I can still hear the shot that our father put Jorgan down with..."