Vincent walked down the street whistling to himself when the soft vibration of his phone in his pocket went off. He sighed, glared at the ID, and pressed the call button. A slew of questions with an edge of irritation attacked his ears at once. Frowning, he pulled the phone, shaking his head with disdain. Once Sun finished, he pressed the phone back up to his ear.<br/><br/>"Hello, Sun. I'm fine. Thanks for asking mi amour," he replied, still walking.<br/><br/>She wouldn't cut him any slack. "As far as security, I-" his eyes slightly widened as a woman sauntered past, hips swinging. His stare lingered as the silence fell between them. "-sorry. Anyway, I'm not that inadequate. I have<i>some </i>idea of what I'm doing."<br/><br/>"Have I let you down before, Sun?"<br/><br/>Vincent scratched his chin for a moment. "Nevermind. Don't answer that. I have a flash drive on me with a draft of a plan."<br/><br/>He stepped into the Crescent, eyes scanning the main bar area. "I'm at the Crescent now. I'll see you at the meeting tonight unless you'd like to stop by for a drink. Until then, adios." Vincent placed his phone back in his pocket and found an empty seat at the bar. He was grinning at Corinth.<br/><br/>"Hola amigo. Double rum on the rocks."<br/><br/><i>-</i>-*<br/><br/><i>Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!</i><br/><br/>Vanessa wasn't one to lose her cool in stressful situations, but it seemed like she always had to clean up her addled brother's messes. He took his position as a joke most of the time—something she couldn't fathom. Being a Beta was an honor, a privilege. And he gave zero fucks. How many nights did she have to scare away the women he'd shun from previous trists. She shook her head, grumbling. Vincent was already on a short leash with Sun. Vanessa knew as well the rest of the pack that she didn't care for him too much. What a pity, they'd be a cute couple.<br/><br/><i>I've always wanted a sister.</i><br/><br/>Sighing, she made her way into his loft, using the extra key he gave her. It wasn't that he wanted too, but she persisted. In a way, he appreciated it, especially on days where he'd forget meetings. She took the steps two at a time, her heels clicking on the hardwood. Rounding the corner, she came face to face with no one other than their leader.<br/><br/>She jumped slightly, looking around. "Hello, Sun."<br/><br/>Vanessa ran a hand through her dark hair, yelping as it tangled for a moment. "I'm guessing Vincent isn't here."<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes with a groan, "He was supposed to wait for me. But you know how dense he can be," she giggled nervously. She patted Sun's hand gently. "C'mon, I'll make you some tea, or we can go look for Vince."<br/><br/><i>-</i>-*<br/><br/>Georgina studied the documents frowning, still trying to find something...anything about Aveline. Nothing. She hissed, pushing the papers away in a huff. It wasn't part of her nature to unravel. She seemed a bit unhinged. Hopefully, Xavier would have some answers.<br/><br/>A gentle knock at her study with the door opening snapped her away from her thoughts.<br/><br/>"Yes?"<br/><br/>"Supreme, Xavier Brodeur has arrived."<br/><br/>Georgina stood up with a nod, brushing at her dress. "Thank you."<br/><br/>She entered the parlor as he stood and bowed. She chuckled, taking his hand. "No need for that, Xavier. I think we're past formalities for the time being. She sat across from him in silence for a moment. Glancing at the tea and cakes, she scoots to the edge of her seat and set to making herself a cup. The steam of the tea rolled over the delicate china cup, and she smiled, taking a sip. Closing her eyes, she relished the robust flavor before setting her attention on him. She noticed the Tarot deck on the table but made no actions until he spoke. His body language revealed exhaustion, irritation even. Georgina read his aura carefully. He was nervous.<br/><br/>Rightfully so.<br/><br/>She was too. She was frightened even. That said, she had a role to play. Others looked to her for guidance, leadership. They couldn't see her weak over, also showing an ounce of vulnerability.<br/><br/>Setting the cup down with the tiniest of sighs, she smiled at him. "I understand. And while I'm disappointed, I feel there is more you can do Xavier. Ask the Tarot again."<br/><br/>Her eyes flared, but her smile remained. "You're a smart man. I put a lot of trust in you."