Old Friends (Greer & Ren) - The Den

He winced. "Damn. Hot."

"Oh I meet her once, I think she had an orgasm while I played the piano....." with a bemused smile and shrug.

He looked at Greer, pained. "Tease."

Ren shook her head and laughed.

"That's a tease?" with a giggle at Jim.

He pointed to himself. "Male." Pointed to his lap. "Penis." Pointed to her. "Two hot redheads and orgasms." His brow went up. "Tease."

"That's fair." with a nod to him and a soft sultry chuckle.

He grinned at her. Then looked at Ren. "Anybody else?"

"Nah, I think that's it," She shook her head.

He grinned. "Ya sure. I think we barely covered a quarter of tha city."

"Grace?" She asked hesitantly.

He sighed. "That poor woman's got as much on her mind as I do. I'm surprised she's not shreddin' people at random by now."

He nodded. "I ain't surprised. Mist is tha Gangrel Primogen now. That oughta tell ya somethin'."

Greer sat perfectly still for this conversation and silent.

Ren blinked a few times. "Yeah...that's...yeah.

He nodded. "Yeah. An' that old woman ain't about ta listen ta shit from anybody."

He shook his head. "Me, either. But she's doin' it now. Apparently over tha threat of tha carnival. I figure it's gotta be pretty bad, then."

He shook his head. "Not really. Just that it can move between worlds, is what Anton said at tha meetin'. An' Grace an' Ra'idah are both scared of it, so that tells me I should prolly be a little worried."

If it was possible Greer leaned harder into him, straddling his lap to do it, but his shirt still covered her completely, and wrapping is arms around her.

"Right, so avoid the carnival. I swear PSL is the center of some hellish universe."

He let her get settled. Then his arms wrapped around her. He held her close, one hand stroking her hair. "Shh. I got ya." He nodded to Ren. "Somethin' like that. Demons an' everythin' else."