[color=6ecff6]Beatrix:[/color]

The hairs at the back of her neck stood up at the mere mention of wolves. Trixy held no greater hatred than that which she held towards lycanthropes. Vile beasts, devoid of morals or honor - not that she really possessed any herself - but, she abhorred them none-the-less. It was they who took the one true love of her life away, her better half, her soulmate, her sire. [i]Francis...[/i] his face was still so fresh in her memory, a wound that never really healed, it just left her bleeding for centuries. Trixy flashed Alistair a look that showed both her discomfort and hatred of the direction the conversation was taking. If this led to having to work with the wolves, she was so out. She would rather burn her new home to the ground before commingling with mutts.

[color=9e0b0f]Jareth:[/color]

"60 years? Shit, I haven't even been alive that long..." Jar said in surprise, he felt like a mere child around all of the other vampires in this city. That being said, he was certain that he could match, and surpass, any of them in terms of wit. Age is just a number, after all. "Well, I'm gonna show you a real good time then. Make you forget all about that broad..." Jareth had a broad he needed to forget about too. A beautiful raven-haired broad, with skin like porcelain, and eyes like glaciers. Jar pulled out a few tabs of O-neg from his pocket and popped one in his mouth before offering one to Theo. "Pre-game?" he asked, and when Theo gave him a questioning look, he explained "Pre-game, it's like partying a little bit before going to the actual party. Gets you loosened up and stuff."