[rp] Sliping out of the party...

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He was wiped out after the whole thing was over, but the important thing was that the whole goddamn thing was over.

He'd made it.

"Howzabout another round of karaoke, bro?"

Tommy rolled his eyes at Ben, flipping him off as he finished the last of his beer. "Man, I ain't doing that again for the rest of my fuckin' life. Make Jay and Mike sing with Lola, I'm gonna go take a leak."

"Real attractive, loser."

"In your eye, don't mock the mark." Tommy grinned, shoving his left wrist under Ben's nose for the umpteenth time to proudly brandish the small set of handcuffs that were now tattooed there...mystically, sure, but still there nonetheless to symbolize his permanent link to the order.

Setting his bottle down on the table, Tommy headed for the bathroom in the club and relieved himself, then caught the time when he was washing his hands and realized how late it was. Damn it, he'd promised to let the girls know...

After a little magic made to send word to Lauren, Baileigh, and Sophie, Tommy slipped out of the magician's club and onto the street, rummaging through his cell phone for the address to Sassy's place...right there, as promised. He wasn't sure she was there, but it was a link to her all the same.

Being a full member of the Fraternity meant he was completely unrestricted in using his power as he saw fit. Still riding an adrenaline high, he made a bit of a production of it and walked about a block away, turning the corner with a small use of power...

...and instead of walking into a young girl's bedroom, where he expected to be by focusing on Sassy, he found himself in a slightly hairier situation. And, from the looks of it, she was in equally dire straights. Jesus, what was wrong with those dudes faces?...

Blanching as he watched Sassy stake one, then watched it explode, he couldn't decide whether to help or leave her to it.

"Yo, Sass!!"

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Sassy had gone out regardless of Dawn's decree. She wanted to kill something, she needed to kill something. Her emotions were haywire on a good day, so when she was pissed off or frustrated it was that much worse. She'd even agreed to let Dawn have someone tail her, so long as she got to go out and slaughter. She wasn't the best Slayer in the world and Dawn's worrying didn't bother her, it was comforting, having someone worry about her again. It made her feel at home, safe.

When she heard her name though, her head popped up and her eyes went as wide as saucers. "HoshitTommy! What're you... Oh crap." Squealing a little, she squirmed as one of the vampires got its arms around her waist. How terribly uncouth of him! "Get off me!" she yelped, elbowing it in the stomach before bringing the back of her hand right up into it's face. She twisted quickly out of its grasp, stumbling slightly before swinging her leg up in a roundhouse kick. It was a good kick -- a bit too much momentum that sent her spiraling into a gravestone, but a damn decent kick.

The vampire, typically, descended on her and lashed out, picking her up and throwing her into another gravestone. They were certainly plentiful, and so hard. Much with the pain. Pressed back against the grave, she squirmed slightly before her lips curved up into a predatory little smile, pulling her hand back and closing her eyes as the dust fell around her, fingers still gripping the stake hard enough to make her knuckles white. She slumped, tired, against the grave, ignoring the dust all over her clothes (and her hair, how rude), the blood on her lips and chin, the way her ribs were once again screaming bloody murder at her, the feeling of bruises sprouting up everywhere. That was... ow.