I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream...

[stillaboyscout]

There are kids again in Chicago!

Gladys is sitting at the bar in the Conrad drinking a drink she, once again, cannot identify, because dammit she deserves a drink! Or something. She may be the tiniest bit drunk, but that makes her more fun!

...Doesn't it?

Noah, meanwhile, is very pleased, having managed to get off his first kill in a long, long

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[callinallfreaks]

Huck, now human in a fresh change of clothes and her packmate Ryan's hoodie (she's made a note to find another for herself, but this will have to do for now, especially since he's missing and won't miss it), has wandered to the Conrad, remembering the nice old lady who told her to come visit anytime. She's kind of hungry, and besides, it's a good excuse to explore the fancy-dancy hotel.

She wanders into the bar, trying to stay unnoticed by the bartender because she doesn't have any ID on her and definitely doesn't look older than 21 (though she's been told she can pull off an okay 18, mainly because of her height -- it's how she gets by in the bar she works in). And there's Gladys, with a drink in front of her. Huck walks over, stopping just behind the old woman, and asks, "Gladys?" Her tone of voice clearly says she doesn't think she's wrong, but she makes it a question just in case.

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys giggles as she turns around, martini glass in hand. Not that she's necessarily drinking a martini, she just prefers the martini glasses because they hold those little umbrellas better than other drinks. One should note that Gladys has about six of them in her drink at the moment, and that's making it kind of difficult to sip her drink, but that is okay. Because she manages. Because it's alcohol, dammit!

She... kind of recognizes Huck, though she can't recall the girl's name (which makes sense, seeing as it's entirely possible that she missed it in their first meeting.) That never mattered much to Gladys.

"DARLING!" she yells, even though Huck's RIGHT THERE. "Sit on down," she pats the seat next to her. "Do you want something to drink?"

Because apparently all Gladys really wants in life is a drinking buddy. And world peace. Can't forget world peace.

[callinallfreaks]

Huck gives her a bewildered giggle and a "I'm right here, y'don' have t'yell." But she slides onto the seat, albeit a little warily, hoping the bartender won't ask her how old she is or for, god forbid, an ID. Then again, maybe Gladys will cover for her or something.

She relaxes a bit more when she sees exactly how many umbrellas are in Gladys's drink, and even more when her friend asks her if she'd like a drink. "Yeah, okay!" she says, because what 15 year old street kid is going to pass that offer up? "Um. You choose what." 'Cause really, she doesn't care.

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys giggles as she sits. "Oh faaaabulous!" she cries. She turns back to the bartender, who probably at this point wants to cry, or just not be harrassed by little old ladies ever again. "Mr. Bartender darling, can you get my friend her just a wee bit of a drink? You're a good judge of what people might like." She leans in conspiratorially, waving her hand like she was dismissing a thought. "And if you could just not mention it to any law enforcement officials, I'm not as young as I once was, it's hard to flirt with police men... or lawyers... or children's services. Judges I can handle, juries... not so much." She shakes her head.

Oh Gladys.

[the_recruiter]

Romeo has been following Noah since the kill. At a great distance. He just has to follow that specific smell of blood. It isn't difficult for a vampire to hunt down the person that he seeks.

He walks up closer to him just before he reaches the Gauche (he'd rather not run into Buffy while he's recruiting potential assassins for the Organization). Demon. Of course. He hasn't had much luck finding demons who are killing lately.

Things have been slow. He hates being restless.

"So there are still demons out there who are true to themselves," Romeo smiles, voice only loud enough for the Rakshasa to hear.

[tryandmakemedie]

Noah whirls around, 'cause the fuck? And finds this scrawny-ass guy standing there.

It was a nice compliment though, so he just grins dopily. He might still be on a sort of high from killing or something. "There are," he admits. "Not many, seeing as how the fucking poor excuse for a Neq runs the city, but..." he shrugs. He's given up caring about the 'rules of etiquitte' regarding demons and their local Neqa'els. He can take care of himself. Or something.

[the_recruiter]

Romeo shrugs, too. He tries not to talk bad about anyone with more power than him. Not that he doesn't enjoy a challenge, but he has enough on his plate at the moment. His recruits are down. They have been down for the past couple of months and this is the place where everything happens.

"It certainly makes my job more difficult," he says with a little smirk. "I guess if it was too easy, I might get bored."

[tryandmakemedie]

Noah grins. "I understand that," he replies. He's putting on a show, yeah. He wants to cut the chit chat and get right to why this guy's talking to him in the first place.

So he clenches his teeth in the grin, itching to either talk sense or get to the Gauche, out of the sight of policemen and archangels.

[hymnsofgenocide]

Jeremy's been stalking a certain archangel. So when he sees that archangel leaving the Conrad in full gear... Yeah, he's thinking there might be something going on. And he knows he's been sloppier than usual. So while he'd usually avoid Cicero, having a trail leading back here might be a good option, the thinks. Just... You know, to be on the safe side.

Noah's a pleasant surprise, though, for all that he's still not planning on becoming the savior of demonkind.

"Might want to be careful," he says, when he catches up to Noah. "Signs point to the angels having a hunt on."

[tryandmakemedie]

Noah's first reaction to Jeremy is '...the hell?'. But then everything registers, and he grins broadly, possibly fighting the urge to manhug the other demon.

"We could take 'em," he points out. "Not much point in going back to the Gauche anyway, and it's not like you'd stay there." And Noah wants you to stay there, Jer. If he was capable of it, he'd be making puppy faces at you right now.

Needless to say, he's missed Jeremy. A lot. Or something.

[hymnsofgenocide]

"Yeah, well. You know me." Jer shrugs a little. "I'm not one for staying put in any place that's got St. Elashte in it. Still, can't hurt to make 'em think I'm calling the Gauche home. Might throw a few wrenches into some plans here and there."

Yeah, a chance to make it look like El's harboring an angel-killer, and get the angels off his trail? That's a happy, happy thought.

[tryandmakemedie]

Noah grins. "Oh, there's a good one," he grins. "I'm not really one for plans anyway." He pauses though, 'cause the thought of a city without any real hope of respite from this peace treaty shit...

"Where'll you go?" he asks. "In case they come running to me looking for answers." He grins. Baaaad joke, Noah. He can't really help it.