[b][color=f26522]Sasha O'Neill[/color] [color=fff200]&[/color] [color=00a99d]Jean Belair[/color][/b]

Jean and Sasha followed Vlad into a actually nice looking house. Though about the taste of color choise could be talked. It stood very cute like this within the forest, trees and nature itself seemed to bend aound the place as if avoiding it, respecting the house within it boundaries. 

The inside as well was nicely decorated, giving a warm welcome to the unexpected guests the master of this house had brought with him.
[color=f26522]''It is a nice place Vladimir. It feels warm, though I will have no objection about the heater going on for a bit''[/color] Sasha said, joking a bit. Jean laughed akwardly as she saw Sasha. She clearly felt unconfortable out of her 'normal' steampunk like cloaths. After Vlad had welcomed them and had dissapeared to change out of his current outfit Sasha sprinted to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of... what shall we call it.. [color=f26522]''Tomato juice?''[/color] Sasha joked as she fully well knew what was inside the bottle. [color=00a99d]''Higly unlikely. He doesn't strike me as a tomato fan. Salad in common I think will be a problem for him''[/color]Jean joked back as he had walked towards the large model ship that stood on display.[color=00a99d]''Well, will you look at this Sasha''[/color] Jean said motioning his hand for her attention. Sasha came walking towards him with two glasses of very suspicous applejuice, at least that is was she tought it was. You never know. She took a sip as he let her eye's trail over the ship.
[color=f26522]''Looks liek a 17th century ship to me. Jo ho me hearties, hoist the colors''[/color] Sasha said, speaking like a pirate [color=00a99d]''Indeed, could be a pirate ship''[/color]

[color=f26522]''fifteen man on a dead mans chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum''[/color] Sasha sang as she spon around taking a sip of her applejuice. She stopped dancing as she noticed vlad and amost suffocated in her juice. [color=f26522]''the captain has arrived Jean''[/color] Jean, curious as to what she meant turned around adn needed a second to register that he had made contact with yet another one who prefered to dress outside his time. As if Sasha wasn't enough. 

Just then Sasha's Phone went off and she looked at the screen.
[color=f26522]''Unkown caller''[/color] She said as she walked away and took the call. [color=f26522]''Ye hello, with Sasha O'Neill[/color]

Jean stood besides Vladimir and did his very best not to say a thing. He lost that battle soon though.[color=00a99d]''Sooooo... drink and the devil been done for the rest?''[/color]
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