“BLACK BLOOD FOR SALE! BEST RATES ON THE STREET!”

[The David]

The David, having zoned out for most of the evening's activities, looked up sharply upon hearing Damari speak. Without a second's hessitation, he scooped up a cup of simmering black blood from one of his bowls and splashed it in Damari's face.

"She's with me now," his mask boomed. "So I suggest you direct your threats to the entire gang if you've got a problem with one of us. Now get out of your Cafe while I'm dealing drugs wont you? My customers are losing their appitite."

With a grin that nobody could see, he turned to Cerridwen and said "Looks like you win the bet, my dear. She did indeed freak out like a stuck pig."

[Damari]

"Fuck you and fuck your gang. Cerridwen the whore has a shit more to answer for than you and your gang has any right to get in the middle of and it start ed a damned sight longer ago than your gang can remember. I will direct my insults whereever the hell I please. And if you don't fucking like it then that's too damned bad."

But the bitch has had issues with me for years. I could give a rats ass whose gang she's in she still has a history that has nothing to do with you. So you, dear whoever the fuck no body you are. Can piss off."

Wipes away the coffee and winks at Cerridwen, "Welcome back. I hope you enjoy the ride this time around, just as much as you squealed the last time."

[Alexdoh]

(( From a OOC stand point on this, Thats a fucking amazing reaction, A few bets were just won. Congrats to Damari for the reaction, Kudos on Cerri for getting it))

[Idony]

(( From a OOC stand point on this, Thats a fucking amazing reaction

((Too true! I positively love this RP now Thanks to Puawai and Nica))

[Alexdoh]

(( I do honestly wish this RP to continue, because its the funniest thing I think I've read all today))

[The David]

As if to demonstrate that Damari had totally no control of her own Cafe and what went on there now, The David simply stared at her for a moment, chuckled, and then turned away, resuming his loud vocal advertising of the black blood under her very nose.

"Get your fix here!" He mawed. "Get it while it's hot and tasting better than the piss water they sell here."

He had so enjoyed throwing black blood in the elder's face and watching her do nothing to retaliate except for lose her temper at him. He always enjoyed the adage; "He who angers you defeats you". So much so, in fact, that he lived by it, at times.

What ever the case, she had missed the point entirely, had lost her temper and couldn't do anything to stop the gang or Cerridwen from being there, and this amused him even more. He would so enjoy helping Cerridwen in what ever nasty plans she had in store for the snotty-nosed, self-important cafe owner. Enjoy it all the more so - in fact - for the simple reason that it seemed to anger Damari so greatly that he would dare get involved. Oh and he would get involved.

Instead of telling her all these things, however, he simply continued: "Black blood! Best rates on the street! Stop anyone from ever zeroing you ever again! GET your black blood here!"

[Damari]

Damari tucks a stray lock of her hair behind her ear and grins at Cerridwen, her eyes twinkling merrily. For now she ignored the spilled coffee as it made the wispy fabric of her Prada shirt cling to her neck, choosing instead to step a little closer to the female and sniff disdainfully.

“It’s ever the same with you isn’t it dear one. It’s never about you but the man you choose to get behind and show your tits to, to get your way. Once the whore, always the whore. Now you have David, the comical little fellow with the elusion to grandeur selling his stupidity here in my café as if I give a shit.”

Walking slowly around the female Damari smiles thinly, her lips compressed before continuing, the other female blessedly silent, just how Damari liked her. Was she scared? Mute because the new man in her life told her to shut up. Cerridwen was always so obedient when a male brought her to heel. And so Damari continued, uninterrupted, unrestrained, smiling.

“I like jokes, I especially like them when they sit on the doorstep of my café and entertain the patrons. Now we have a lemonade stand of clowns doing their best to make a name for themselves in the city on the back of a nobody with pretense to … something.”

Stopping to the right sight she tilts her head, eying the female, her voice piercing, waspish.

“Ohh look, and then here you are. Yet again, riding the coattails of yet another group, like the mindless flunky you are. Just as you did before and before and before and before. Telling your tale of woe to all the masses to gain sympathy for your poor self.”

“You’re just as pathetic now in your neutrality, at least you’re not attempting to pass off yourself as a warrior and finally admitted to the lack of courage you always had. I’d say die bitch, but I rather think that pink due you’ve cloaked yourself with is more than enough entertainment that I’ll need this night.”

Spinning away Damari gives Kemp a long look, this one filled with a smile as she spoke her voice filled with amusement. She runs her hand along the counter before lifting her finger to check for non-existent dust. She continues speaking although she doesn’t turn back around to look directly at the female in question.

“I can honestly say I missed you, I had absolutely no one recently to piss on. It’s WONDERFUL you’ve returned. What is a city without its whore? Why it’s a tired and insipid place with no colour at all. Welcome back colour. Welcome back indeed.”

“How long do you think you’ll stay this time? We’ll have to see won’t we?”

“Kemp darling, can you get Ava to get me a clean shirt. Seems our guests were a little clumsy with their libation. Must be the after affects of that concoction they’re selling.

[Cerridwen]

Cerridwen smiled and kept smiling. Thinking to herself, "Well, that went well." She snorted. She sent her thoughts to The David.

"Why say a word when being silent is so much more fun. Ironic since I'm dealing with the Silent One."

A slow twinkle lite her eye as she leaned back, reached into her jacket for a smoke. Lighting it she moved over and grabbed the menu. A look of disgust came over her face and she casually tossed it to the side.

The noise continued as she watch Damari rant her nonsense. Only a simpleton would believe everything she heard. But that was not Cerridwen's concern.

Cerridwen's concern was 10k in coin.

She blew some smoke rings, lifted her hand to her mouth and blew Damari a kiss.

[Damari]

Damari turned and leaned against the bar, her back to Kemp, now facing the still silent female. Pulling out her cellphone from her pocket she puts a call through, waits for the dial tone and speaks.

“Heeeeeeeeello, you would never guess who is in my café?”

As she spoke she looked over the female, taking in her payless looking shows, her drab hair and nondescript demeanour, thinking to herself that pink really wasn’t Cerridwen’s colour, it leached any hint of character from her features and gave her pallor a sickly jaundiced tone.

“Nope, not him, it’s a female, come on you can guess. It’s my bestest friend in the whole wide world. The one we’ve been waiting for.”

Damari spoke so Cerridwen could hear or rather not caring if she did. What did she care if the other female was witness to this conversation. She couldn’t give a whit and it was hardly possible the mute little troll of a female really had enough brain cells to rub together without the backup of the motley crew to compel her to speech at any rate.

Smiling she laughs down the phone, her voice carrying even as she toned down the hilarity just a little.

“Right on the second try. Yeah, no she’s here with that bunch of hooligans I was telling you about. No, she’s into drug solicitation now it seems. Goes hand in hand with the other quite nicely don’t you think?”

As Damari spoke she thought about Cerridwen being here and of the trite little baggage who believed that just being in Damari’s café was enough to spoil her night. The opposite was true of course. Cerridwen just delivered herself to Damari wrapped up in a bow and Damari could sit here all night and abuse the little snippet and Cerridwen would have to handle it, take it and roll with it until she gave up and left. Either way Damari’s demeanour changed, it was a challenge by god, but an entertaining one. If Cerridwen stayed Damari could make the other female’s life a misery all from the comfort of her own café. If Cerridwen left then Damari wouldn’t have to look at the bitch. Win win. Damari always liked win win situations. They made her day.

Blinking past her distraction she caught the last of what the female on the other end of the line said and snickered.

“God no. I’m not going to kick her out. She’s here to buy drugs, sit there in blessed silence while I rip her a new one. It’s like Cable television. Live. If I get sick of the entertainment value of sneering at the heifer I’ll go shopping, come back and start again.”

Damari snickered and continued. “Ohh I’m not that bad unless you fuck me off.”

Pausing she listens, nods, even though obviously the person on the other side can’t see and grins.

“I wish. Maybe we can meet later? I’m a little busy. No no nothing to do with the slut. I have a binding to go to later. Heh. Nah, god no, I’ve been asked to bind them. Yeah, I know. I don’t know why they asked me. I’m flattered, clueless how to go about it. But flattered.”

For a while Damari forgot Cerridwen was sitting there and spoke to her friend, spilling the gossip and laughing down the phone she held loosely in her hand the other roaming the counter at her side, one fingertip trailing across the top as she spoke.

“I’ve never done it before. I’m hoping for a script and like… tips. Maybe I’ll hit up the Phe Phe. She’s married like a cazillion vamps. Ohh yeah, of course she’s still here. No, she’s sitting here staring at me like a moron. I don’t know. She’s mute. Like the hand up her ass hasn’t moved yet to allow her to speak. Heh. I know. I kill me. No no. I’ll talk to you later. No, LATER. Ciao bella.”

Hanging up the phone Damari gives Cerridwen a long look, the smile rimming her lips was all evil intention.

“Ohh Cerridwen, I do hate you. I hate that you’re in here my café but I think I’ve found a way to entertain myself while you’re here. Win win right? Yeah… win win.”

[Boomerangele]

Boomer perks up when she hears Damari say, “Ohh I’m not that bad unless you fuck me off.”

Squealing with enthusiasm, Boomer asks, "Does that mean we can start having sex on the tables?"

[Damari]

Damari turns and smiles sweetly at Boomer.

"Yes, but only if you fuck Cerri here. I'm sure she won't mind in the slightest will you dearest? Of course you don't. Do you?"

Of course, Cerridwen didn't reply because Damari didn't give her much of a chance to and well, Damari was starting to suspect that the pink really had muted her, instead she barreled on with the offer of Cerri's dubious charms.

"I'm sure she won't mind you adding yourself to her ever expanding list of has beens. You don't mind sloppy seconds do you Boo? It might be a little sloppier than you're used to but if you feel the need to slap the tickle it just so happens we have the city spreader here at the cafe ready for the abuse of the masses."

Ohh Damari knew she was being crass. She couldn't resist. Cerridwen just kept sitting there taking all the abuse in this bizarre silence that just egg'd Damari on. Between her and the male with his inflated sense of his own greatness it seemed her decision to allow them their little teensy drug cartel was a rather savvy move on her part.

Waving her hand in the direction of Cerridwen Damari grins in Boomer's direction.

"By all means. Jump in with your bad self. If I were you I'd use some sort of latex style protection but it's not like we're prone to diseasae. It's just.. you know. Probably best."

[Cerridwen]

Keeping her silence she just smiled and took in the decor of the place. Damari always was way over the top. She probably was the most superficial, materialistic vampire she'd ever met.

She was thankful she had left those huministic qualities far behind. She threw her smoke down on the floor and ground it in with her black leather boot.

Damari certainly hadn't changed a bit since Lucius divorced her and threw her out of the Palazzo.

She smirked to herself and decided to throw Damari a bone. Simply for the joy of watching her continue on with her braying.

She called out in a loud voice, "Still smarting because I was promoted over you old girl? You know, the Ferrymen were so much better after you left. The Silence you know..." She grinned and continued, "Or is it that you're still sore that your once husband perfered his childer over you?"

Leaning back she pulled out another cigerette and prepared herself. She winked at the Boomer and smiled at the David just waiting.

(ooc: sorry for the lapse, when at work I don't get online)

[Damari]

“Oh Cerridwen, do you realise he used to call you stupid? Do you realise he used you to get information from inside The Ferrymen because he knew I wouldn’t? You were always such a fucking Lucius groupie and he knew it and he used you like the washed out try hard whore you were. He pumped your eager female ass for information because that’s what he did, what he excelled at. Right after screwing Bryte didn’t work to give him the self importance he needed. You know why he turned on me? Because I told him I wouldn’t whore myself or my ideals for him and guess who he turned to then?”

Damari laughs and looks at her phone and seriously thinks about calling ophelia. It was the one thing that they agreed on about their mutual past. Cerridwen and her single minded obtuse belief she was worth a crap when the truth was she used her woe is me façade to pretend anyone gave a rats ass and the singular belief that her past as the boot licker of the city brought her the respect she thought she deserved.

“You lasted about as long in the clan I loved as I thought you would. You chicken shitted out of the clan and they survive without you and without me and if the one thing in this city I did that was a success was drive you out of the city and thus out of the clan then I’m happy. And here you are. It isn’t me who felt the need to seek you out. You were over in my unlife. I cared little if you came back and could give a shit if you popped your over used body back to the city. But you, you couldn’t resist could you Cerri? It still stings doesn’t it little poppet that I could influence this city so much that everyone already accedes to the fact you’re unilaterally spread your thighs to the heights you gained. And that you tried for the same with Lucius and he wouldn’t have you and instead chose to use you and the information you gave him and when he was done with you he cared little about what happened to you.

Spinning the phone around on her fingertips she purses her lips, tapping the thing with her manicured nail, deciding about calling the Phe Phe.

“He was always so cruel that way. Lucius. It’s what I loved about him. The fact he didn’t care about anyone but himself; that his singular need to be legendary came at the price of whoever he could walk over. The funny thing is, I knew he’d eventually eat his own and you, you still think he gave a shit. The nights we spent laughing at you Cerri, we used to laugh at how you used to fawn all over him and everything he said. He used to call you a freak. And I called you the whore I do now and he’d agree. God, you’re so classic. He didn’t choose YOU over me, you dumb bitch. He chose HIMSELF over me when I stopped doing what he wanted me to do. And if you haven’t got that yet, then you’re still as stupid as I ever thought you were, floating around on your perception that if you offer to screw something that they obviously respect you.”

Tilting her head to the side Damari gave Cerridwen the once over. She surveyed the other female’s emaciated state, her low blood and lack of meat on her bones and shook her head slowly. The light slowly died out of her eyes and she let the pity she felt seep into the look.

“I wonder sometimes if I should feel sorry for you. I nearly did, right after I ran you out of the city crying your poor whorish tears as you went. But remember little wippet. You. Came looking. For me. Just remember that when you start to weep tears of injustice. This one, is all on you.”

Frowning she glares at her phone and swears at the epiphany she just had.

“Ohh for FUCKS sake… now I’m really going to have to call ophelia. DAMMIT!”

Growling she flips her phone open, presses a speed dial number and wait again, this time frowning, as soon as the other line picked up she grumbled down the phone and huffed.

"Don't let this go to your head but dammit - You. were. RIGHT! Yeah, don't get used to it. I hate it that I'm admitting that.. and don't think I'm being nice. Whatever. I've got Cerridwen in my cafe, so I've got worse problems than this little realisation. If you can help me get rid of the heifer I'd be a happy camper. You're not ALWAYS right, just in this instance and anyway, I still have her in my cafe. What is up with that anyway. Why don't you take her? You know you wanna."

Ignoring Cerridwen once again as secondary she piffs down the phone as she listens to Pheeps snort and then speak

Hey, you can have her Missy. She always thought she was the shiz where 'some' folks were concerned and didn't realise she was just the crap we all stepped in.

She didn't want to sound like she was begging and she didn't feel like giving Cerridwen any more due than she was worth but she had a feeling ophelia would appreciate the other's gall and so she pushed. "Dammit. Come on. Do it for the potential friendship me might have in an alternate reality."


Okay you win. Directions? What? Dunno what you want. But I have stuff. Sharp stuff and gloves

Scoffing Damari spoke. "The CAFE! Meet you here in five minutes. She's doing drugs in my cafe. I thought she was mute but she's decided to speak. It's crap but entertaining crap. If nothing else. You can come here and at least stare at her like a zoo animal."

I call dibs on the giraffe

"I don't know what I want either. I think I want to throw a party where we all stand here and point and laugh at her. Think that'll work?" Damari didn't think it even as she said it, she rather thought Cerridwen might have decided to come here just to be a pain in the ass with her new friends at her back, weak and ineffective friends though they were.


Maybe. She's used to being laughed at. Maybe she's developed some skin?

"Well, I hope so. If she folds as fast as she did the last time I did this then it won't be that entertaining. But might need more than you and I doing the pointing and laughing though." She replied before waiting for Pheeps response.

Maybe. But conisdering both of us have been where she wants to be..maybe not once a whore always a whore after all. Its amusing really that she tried rubbing me with Luci. She doing the same now?

She snorted at that one, thinking ophelia was a damned perceptive blood female, replying with a unsurprised. "How did you guess. So? Coming?"

Yeah. Just let me get dressed. I was studying. In the library. With the candlestick.

Damari made a face at the phone, holding it away from her ear before returning it to its position and speaking. "You're naked in the library? Ummm I dont' wanna know. That alternate universe hasn't become a reality yet chica. S'you!"


Hanging up Damari she turns and gives Kemp a long look. "Do me a favour and lock the storage room. We're going to have a visitor."



(denotes ophelia's dialogue courtesy of - ophelia)

[ophelia Lokason]

She walked through the city, occasionally muttering to herself and backtracking. It had been a while since she'd been to the Cafe, and while it held fond memories for her, especially the storeroom, ophelia had some difficulty remembering the way. Once back on the right track, she let her thoughts wander. It wasn't a huge surprise to hear the vampire in question had reared her head in the city again. It was bound to happen because parasites never stayed away forever. She snickered to herself then, wondering why on earth she'd choose Damari's Cafe for a starting point. “Stupid is as stupid does,” she muttered, rounding the corner.

The faint aroma of coffee filled the air, along with the quiet sound of voices. The cafe looked as it did the last time she was here and ophelia couldn't help but wonder if the store room was still open. She had fond memories of the store room. She moved around the tables and various vampires milling there, a soft smile playing about her mouth. Stepping inside the cafe, ophelia glanced around momentarily and sure enough, there was Cerridwen in all her....glory. That thought made her snicker out loud as she made her way toward Damari. Slipping in beside the woman, she nodded once to a few familiar faces.

“So, can I say I told you so yet?” she asked. Turning back to look about, her eyes landed on Cerridwen again. She raised one hand and wiggled her dainty little fingers. “Ho Cerri! It's so refreshing to see you about these parts!”

Turning back to Damari, ophelia grinned. “So whys she here again?” ophelia questioned. “Surely it's not your charming and pleasant disposition. Or maybe she wants to be your new best friend now? Yeah yeah, you said she was buying drugs...but still, there's bound to be more to it. Cerridwen wouldn't ever voluntarily show up in the same room as you unless she thought she had some kind of intellectual back up. ” She looked speculatively at Cerridwen then, taking in her gaunt figure and atypical 'what you say doesn't affect me' demeanor and burst out laughing.


~HiS~

[Boomerangele]

Whore. The word was spat out of Damari's thin lips so many times one would think it was the new noun of the week. Boomer wasn't quite sure why the sexual habits of another vampiress so consumed the woman. Jealousy? Puritanical values that should have been shed with the rest of the Ten Commandments? No matter. Boomer scratched the track marks on the inside of her arm as Damari invited her to partake of Cerridwen's charms. It was an interesting idea but not quite what she had in mind, being one of the few in the City who had not resorted to lesbianism. Still, the word "whore" lingered in Boomer's brain as she watched Damari make a phone call. Eventually it conjured up a song, an amusing ditty that she felt compelled to sing.

“I’m a whore-you’re a whore,
Uncle Milty’s dead and so is Dudley Moore
Billy Wilder hung on ‘til he was 94,
I guess there ain’t no room left for cheap, old whores

I’m a whore-you’re a whore,
My sugar daddy says I’m rotten to the core
I cake on my makeup like Gza Gza Gabor,
Nothin’ looks sweeter than a cheap, old whore

I’m a whore-you’re a whore,
I thought “Pretty Woman” was a motherfuckin’ bore
I come home every night with every muscle sore,
I’m a true-blue, hardworkin’ old whore

Sooner or later, sooner or later
Sooner or later, sooner or later
Cheap, old whores

I’m a whore-you’re a whore,
I buy my evenin’ wear from the local thrift store
Everything I love is from 1964,
It’s hard to be picky when you’re a whore

I’m a whore-you’re a whore,
I’m what they build cheap hotels for
When times get tough, I do a little hardcore,
There ain’t no “Boogie Nights” for cheap, old whores

Sooner or later, sooner or later
Sooner or later, sooner or later
Cheap, old whores

I’m a whore-you’re a whore,
I roll my own smokes and sip cherry liquor
My body was molded outta iron ore,
Nothin’s built finer than a cheap, old whore

I’m a whore-you’re a whore,
I got 32 grand stashed under my floor
One day I’ll be gone and you won’t see me no more,
You’ll have to find yourself a new cheap, old whore

Sooner or later, sooner or later
Sooner or later, sooner or later
Cheap, old whores”

Unfortunately, Boomer's voice was not in the best of shape from too many bowls of Mendo Purple that night before she went to the cafe. What she lacked in tone, she made up for in volume and enthusiasm. Pointing between Damari and the clientèle in the cafe, Boomer missed ophelia's entrance and was unable to hear her conversation with Damari. It likely was not about ophelia taking her place between Cerridwen's legs. The song ending, Boomer dropped unceremoniously into a nearby chair, exhausted by the expenditure of effort. Looking at ophelia, she smiled a loopy grin. "Are you here for black blood, too?" she asked, "Or are you going to sing the next song?"


((OOC: Song courtesy of Sky Burial. Just too funny, had to post it...))