~~~~~~~<br/>In the<b><i>Morgue...</i></b><br/><br/>Fanya had dark, mostly black streaks of de-oxygenated blood down from the corner of her mouth down over chin and under, almost to her neck. She just watched Jynx, looking at her, her head tilted to one side and her eyes soft with understanding from a different time in her life. As she walked around the dead body to stand behind Jynx as she fed, Fanya considered her own state of affairs.  Fanya would never know if her hunger and feeding had anything to do with her current state but she did know that it made her what she was today. The pain of having her loved ones fear and hate her, reject her. All she wanted now was to bring humanity back together again. Including those who chose to leave humanity behind in the holocaust.<br/><br/>She stood behind Jynx... so badly she wanted to reach out and just place a hand on the girls shoulder, nothing more, nothing like her insatiable desire to fuck everyone on the planet's brains out, no. To let her know that even in her ravenous hunger, she was still accepted. Still loved.<br/><br/>She knew though that Jynx was not use to her acceptance yet. Unsure and cautious about it. Putting hand on her shoulder might illicit other unwanted reactions.<br/><br/>Instead, she stood behind her shoulder, letting her presence comfort her for now. Knowing that a person can still be close to her, even when she is feeding. That she was safe with her. The acceptance would have to come later.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>In the<b><i>Waiting Room</i></b><br/><br/>As D waited for Annie to stop teasing him with her excruciatingly long time she was taking thinking about whether she wanted an escort or not, he saw Becca walk by in a huff, grabbing her back and hurriedly asking for a key.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Nothing rude about it, Becca.</span>" He reached into his pocket and gave her her room key #196. "<span style="color: red">Here you go... are you sure you are okay?</span>" His brow furrowed in sincere concern.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>At the<b><i> bar on the Casino Floor </i></b><br/><br/>The bartender's eyebrow raised at the unlikely pair, he eyed them with a smirk and then leaned on the bar.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange">Hmmm... you and Tony then..</span>" he mumbled. "<span style="color: orange">Well, ladies we do have one drink... it's a bit special... used to knock out some of our heaviest. Are you sure you are up for it?</span>"<br/><br/>He tapped the bar as the music continued to play overhead.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>