[center][sub][h3]Kayla[/h3][/sub][/center][hr]

Oleander did his best to... appreciate Izzy's attention without necessarily trying to encourage it further. Yes, of course he enjoyed the treats, and affection- but he had an image to maintain damn it! And Kayla's image too, who simply peered down over the edge of the table when Izzy said her name, and little more. The enormous Herik's appearance was a welcome one, as it removed the distraction- but the empty Tupperware bowl smelt good...

At that moment Emily spoke and despite her entertaining display with Elise, it was obviously in quite a bad mood. Kayla knew it wasn't directed at her because of anything she had done, rather the antics of the rest of the coven and the frustrations they created. Kayla was... equally less than enthused. Agatha mouthed on, did her typical grandstanding. Something something dead people. Something something mutilation. Kayla had enough. "I think," she began as soon as Agatha gave opportunity to speak. "... That this is a great way to get arrested doing something incredibly [i]stupid[/i]."

Not too many would so openly defy the leadership as her, but it seemed as though Madison had similar thoughts and further supported Kayla's claim. Kayla sighed, and stood up. "Listen, thousands of people die every day. Some in really horrible ways. This sounds like some Florida serial killer who uses piranha solution as his calling card. We don't even know if this is supernaturally related."

Kayla crossed her arms, and her left came up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Ladies and Herik, use your abilities to keep you sake. Herik- use your..." She motioned to the man's entire body and his enormous stature. It was obvious he had very little to fear from most other men. She shook her head, deciding to move on to what she came here for. She looked away from Herik to the rest of the group and leaned against the table. "I need some muscle." she stated, her voice firm even if her tone was easy.

"I sold to some hicks in a trailer park about twenty minutes north of here. I may or may not have mixed their weed with oregano and actual dog shit since they gave me fake bills last time. They're pissed, and some goon broke into my home the other day." She explained, then her head snapped down to her dog. "Oleander, up."

The dog was instantly at attention, and leapt onto the pool table. "Down." Kayla followed, prompting the dog to lay down at an easy eye level. With gentle hands, Kayla leaned over and spread the fur on the dog's neck to show a large, ugly bruise that was only just now beginning to heal. "They sent some goon after me, and Oleander stopped him before he made it far past the door when he broke in."

Kayla released the dogs hair, but did not command him down in case any of the others wanted to see for themselves. A rare opportunity for Kayla to so openly allow others to give her dog such unadulterated attention. "I want to teach these rednecks a lesson. We're aiming for hospital visits and chronic pain that doesn't go away. Not paperwork and police chases. They sent a motherfucker after me. The goal is to make sure that doesn't happen again."

Kayla placed both hands on the table and leaned against it. She scanned the people around her with laser focused intent, and finally the edge of her lip quirked up. "You all help me, and I'll see what I can do about freshening this place up a bit. It could use it." she said her eyes flashing over to the destroyed slot machines.

Time to... set the hook.

"And one last thing... [i]They're vampires[/i]."