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[Color=gold][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night
[Color=gold][b]Location:[/b][/color] Enroute to New Paeonia
[Color=gold][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] [@Tae] Maeve

[Color=gold]"You tease me Maeve…"[/color] Alexander said as he kept his eyes forward while wearing a smile. He found her words to be playful jests, but also a faraway fantasy he could possibly enjoy. [Color=gold]"And I don't think any woman is prepared to become one of [i]his[/i] brides."[/color] Alexander only let loose a chuckle, leaving the statement afloat and mysterious. 

[I]Bzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzt![/i]

Alexander grabbed his phone and answered immediately. His smile faded away just as quickly.

[Color=gold]"I assume you're calling because there's a problem with the Rolls Royce."[/color]

[Color=brown]"No, that's being handled right now."[/color] Sasha, the female vampire that had been tasked with cleaning the paint off of the windshield answered Alexander while watching another put a wet mop to the paint on the windshield. She winced a bit as her companion committed what might be an unspoken crime towards the luxury vehicle. [Color=brown]"There's a lot of commotion coming from the exhibition. From what I heard when we went in to grab cleaning supplies, the exhibit-"[/color]

[Color=gold]"It's fine, Sasha."[/color] Alexander hung up and returned his phone to his pocket. There was nothing more he needed to hear. The wasted preparation was a thorn in his side, but at least he didn't have to personally kill Demetri and Charles. A sigh escaped him before a smirk formed across his lips. He looked at Maeve from the corner of his eye. [Color=gold]"Apparently the exhibition ended poorly. Did you happen to have a hand in this Ms. Brannigan?"[/color]