Thread: A Meeting of the N.A.E. (ATTN: Maharet & JTM only 06/30/10)

maharet answers "yes Eamon ,i will do as you say ,and i will be ready if he asks ."

maharet wearing black t-shirt and black geans black boots

JTM watches his cell dance on his coffee table.

“Who the fuck is it this time? Hello. Sup Eamon. Yeah I’m home. Oh she’s with you right now!!!! Rock on!!!! Come on dooooown!!!!! See ya soon.”

He hangs up the phone setting the cell back on the coffee table .He smacks his forehead looking at Barbie.

“Perfect!!! (puases a sec) Oh fuck!!! I need to get the CLEAN glasses out of the dishwasher, and find some good shit to drink with. What the fuck do we have left in this place? Yeah, Barbie I’m gonna go check, duh. Get off my case already.”

He gets up from his couch going to the dishwasher pulling out 3 good clean classes. He goes to the fridge looking for something more Ventrue-esque to drink. He reaches in grabbing a bottle of Bushmills 1608 Irish whiskey from his fridge.

“Fuck it. Alec aint gonna come claim it, so why not use this shit.”

He walks in his living room clearing off his coffee table to place this stuff down in a fancy way. Three glasses with one bottle of good whiskey spaced out and organized with a bottle opener. He puts his cell on silent in his backpocket so no butt wiggles this time. He throws away his empty beer bottles in the trash can making sure everything is just right for this little gathering. He hears the car pull up in his driveway. He double checks everything one more time wiping his hands excited somewhat with an EVIL grin.

“They’re here, Barbie. Everything look all right?”

He gives Barbie two thumbs up.

“Rock on!!!!”

He gets too anxious and moves to the door unlocking and opening it on Eamon’s second knock looking at them funny with their “custom street wares”. He was expecting something more formal from both of them in his mind. .

“Sup Eamon. (looking over at Maharet calmly) You too Maharet. Come on in. Ummmm (scratching his head) “Pull up …no no crap!!! Make yourselves at home. I know I know I messed that one up Barbie. Stop reminding me. Shit!!! You’re making me fuck this up more.”

He will shut and lock the deadbolts then motions them to his couch like a restaurant person (maitre de..sp?) would for getting a table but in his combat threads. He starts walking to his coffee table but remembers he can’t sit there. He then stands there thinking a bit putting up his finger to both of them.

“Hold that thought.”

He goes to his closet rummaging around in there for a bit, rattling noise heard.

“Ah ha!!! There you are you bastard. Found it!!”

He comes out with a metal folding chair popping it open watching some dust fly off it. He sets it down across from them on the couch and the coffee table wiping off the rest of the dust with his hand, then pulling out a Kleenex to clean the dirt off his hand the best he can stuffing it back into his pocket. He looks over at them sitting there. He leans over to Barbie.

“So ummm….what do we do now? Cause I got NO fucking clue.”

Éamon walks through the door glancing about the room, "Evening JTM, I see you finally cleaned up that little mess with the coffee table."

Éamon sits down on the couch watching JTM rummage through the closet. He grins as JTM wipes off the chair and then his hand. He looks over at the bottle and picks it up, "So JTM what is it that you have here? The bottle looks familiar but I must say I have not seen one in a long time so I just want to ensure this is what I think it is."

Éamon sits the bottle back down and looks over at Maharet and smiles.

maharet nods to JTM as i enter following Eamon to the couch and sits down and nods to Eamon when he smiles to me and quitely waits for JTM to join us .

JTM nods to Barbie several times like they are having a meaningful coaching conversation.

“Uh huh yeah ok I think I got it now, Barbie. Thanks. I owe you one big time.”

JTM quickly turns his attention to Eamon and Maharet.

“Yeah, got some new things added here recently. New security alarm system. (points to the keypad by the door.) Lots of people have been robbed lately around here (chuckling) You can never be TOO careful you know. Don't want your shit stolen you know. Brand new dishwasher, garage door opener, some new rugs. Had one kick ass cleaning CREW come through here and make my place all nice and spotless again. Broadview and NFM visited too. So it’s been a circus around here lately. Pretty much the usual around here you know. I hope you like the new digs. Why you being so quiet Maharet? You do like my digs, dontcha?”

He watches Eamon pick up the bottle.

“That’s some Irish Whiskey Bushmills 1608 I was saving for an old friend, but unfortunately he aint around anymore, so we never got a chance to share it...if you get what I’m saying. You want some? Here let me get that for ya, Eamon.”

JTM waits for Eamon to set the bottle down then he takes is it putting the bottle opener in it. He lightly squeezes the opener and the cork pops out easily. He starts pouring a small sample of the wine out in Eamon’s glass not spilling a drop. He then pours some in his.

“Oh, my bad. Would you care for some Maharet? “

He smiles at her for a change ready to pour.

Éamon picks up the glass savoring the aroma for a moment before he takes a sip, "Tis exactly as I remember however after a few centuries it seems to be slightly off."

Éamon sits the glass down, glances over to Maharet, and pulls out his flask pouring some of the red liquid into the glass. Then puts the flask back into his jacket pocket. Éamon picks up the glass and takes another sip, "Ah much better, I am sorry please forgive me would you like some, it makes for a wonderful addition to the flavor."

Éamon pulls the flash out of his pocket and sits it on the table, "So JTM, how have these nights been treating you?"

JTM waits for Maharet to say something with the bottle ready to pour. He watches Eamon pull out the flask

“Ummm….is that your blood Eamon? If it is, I’ll pass. No offense meant man. I’m fine with what I’m pouring to drink tonight.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Like hell Eamon. Hate to say this, (looks at Maharet) SHE’s the least of my worries lately. Stupid fucking Gangrel, that damn Kendov disease is still spreading like wildfire. Just giving people some time to get their shit straight and together. I might be waiting longer than I think on that too.”

He chuckles then his light bulb finally kicks in.

“Oh yeah, Eamon I looked all over the blood bank and couldn’t find Tripp anywhere. I kicked over every rock he could be hiding in. No such luck. He’s fucking gone POOF. So your partnership or whatever you got planned might be ok to do. The paperwork and all that other legal bullshit is all on you though. I aint touching it, period. Just keep me posted on how things are going with it k. It’s still in College Hill turf you know unless you plan to move it. I personally suggest you don’t that either. It took me forever to finally get it here.”

He glances back at up both of them.