Just another sunday night (open to any with access) - Frogman's Lilypad

"We three could go pick up guys and make it a... sixsome." She added ignoring Jim's own outburst.

She held up a hand, about her own head-level.

"Tiny little thing. Pretty as hell."

She just covered her face with her hand.

"I dunno how I feel about orgies..."

"OH you don't until you do it. Its all about the sensations." She grinned. She added in her normal voice. "Or so I'm told. I'm not that kind of girl. Though to get this going I could become one after a fashion..." She said back in the NYC voice. "Darling."

"Oh jeez...."

Either at the height of the trouble magnet, the orgy comment or Shauna's dig... even money on which one he was commenting on.

"The Short ones are the worst... they almost ALWAYS draw trouble, no matter the hair color." Yep, he was poking fun at her too; knowing how much trouble the Sheriff tended to find...

She smirked.

"Blonde most of the time. Unless she decides to go redhead."

Because that's not trouble.

The one redhead looked at the other with a meaningful look. "Imagine the damage? Really..."

She couldn't help it... she started snickering again.

Jim shook his head. "Oi..." he said with a sigh. "Invite trouble upon you and it shall appear... Are you sure its Aeron that brings it about or someone else?"

She laughed.

"Oh, no. It's Areron. Word of advice: don't bring her up to Raz0r."

".... which is almost guaranteed to incite violence in our blue-haired Nossie?" He asked

Shauna seemed surprised.

She took another long drink from her glass.

"When Raz0r was a ghoul, Areron was part and parcel with the group that killed her domitor."

"What kind of group?" Shauna asked having seen Kindred get together for nothing but a killing purpose.

"A group that considered themselves to be the 'fixers' of the things that were wrong in Seattle."

Her eyes narrowed. "Working outside the Traditions too. Joy. Any of those bastards here?"

A snort. "Considering how much I am hearing about that place, it sounds like they were horrible repairmen. Forget being violators of the Traditions... if the Prince didn't sanction them. And no sane prince would lest he become a problem to be fixed..." Jim said. "How many of her merry band are still kicking and like Shauna is thinking, are any of them here already? She could be deciding to finish one of the jobs left incomplete, considering how many transplants there are here..."

Oh yes... the Seal saw a big problem in the making, depending on that answer.

She was silent for a very long time.

"She's the only one."

"Still kicking or in town?"

Yes... this was a problem that concerned him. While he never had to deal with groups like Areron's before, he had dealt with Black Hand packs- which ran alot like a Coterie ironically enough- just with less morals or qualms.

The shitstorm potential was high with potential problem child- especially where the aforementioned Bluehair Nos was concerned. If she didn't know Areron was in town, then hell was slipping.

"One's dead, the other one is nowhere near here. That would be the aforementioned clanmate-turned-lover-turned-whatever-he-now-is."

"What's the status on the other group also from there that like to run things under the radar and in the Prince's backyard?" She figured Rai knew about that one too...

She frowned.

"The Grellion?"

Shauna nodded. "The Merry Men as it were."

"Merry men?" Jim questioned. "Why do I suspect an already in-place version of what she had in Seattle but unconnected...."

Shauna just looked to Rai. Of all there she'd know that answer for sure.

She grinned at Jim.

"Same Grellion as Seattle. They're a pain in the ass for me, honestly."